life with Biscuit
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moonwiseThis weekend, Biscuit discovered flies.
It was unseasonably warm on Sunday, and somehow a big fat black fly found its way into the kitchen. It was sluggishly buzzing against the sliding glass door, and I saw an opportunity for Biscuit to learn how to earn her keep. So, I caught the fly and brought it down to her level.
Me: Look Biscuit, a fly!
Biscuit: ...wha?
...it's moving!
...all by ITSELF!!
:D :D :D
BEST TOY EVER!!!!!
*a little later, Biscuit is licking her chops*
Me: Did you eat the fly?
Biscuit: *starts crying, loudly, and putting her paws up on the door*
ANOTHER FLY
WANT ANOTHER FLY
PLEASE PLEASE GET ANOTHER FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: Biscuit, what's the matter? There isn't another fly for you!
Biscuit: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT
She continued to look around for more prey for a while, whining about it the entire time. She's going to have a field day in the summer.
In other news, Biscuit gave my husband and me some peace last night. She usually sleeps with us, but then we get a 4 AM wake-up call because everyone knows that 4 AM is PLAYTIME. She used to wake us up by stepping on our faces and/or batting our noses with her paw, but now she sits right next to our ears and purrs. Sometimes we manage to hit the snooze bar, and Biscuit will settle down for half an hour before trying to wake us up again. At that point, she gets the BUM'S RUSH and I shut her in the basement until the alarm goes off. I'd settle for just shutting her out of the bedroom, but that only works for about 10 minutes before she starts crying to be let back in.
But! Last night she stayed settled down throughout the night and didn't pester us until about 5:30. After that, it was Garbage Can Raid Time, and she played Candy Wrapper Hockey after the alarm went off. If only we knew how to encourage that behavior, we'd be all set.
It was unseasonably warm on Sunday, and somehow a big fat black fly found its way into the kitchen. It was sluggishly buzzing against the sliding glass door, and I saw an opportunity for Biscuit to learn how to earn her keep. So, I caught the fly and brought it down to her level.
Me: Look Biscuit, a fly!
Biscuit: ...wha?
...it's moving!
...all by ITSELF!!
:D :D :D
BEST TOY EVER!!!!!
*a little later, Biscuit is licking her chops*
Me: Did you eat the fly?
Biscuit: *starts crying, loudly, and putting her paws up on the door*
ANOTHER FLY
WANT ANOTHER FLY
PLEASE PLEASE GET ANOTHER FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: Biscuit, what's the matter? There isn't another fly for you!
Biscuit: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT
She continued to look around for more prey for a while, whining about it the entire time. She's going to have a field day in the summer.
In other news, Biscuit gave my husband and me some peace last night. She usually sleeps with us, but then we get a 4 AM wake-up call because everyone knows that 4 AM is PLAYTIME. She used to wake us up by stepping on our faces and/or batting our noses with her paw, but now she sits right next to our ears and purrs. Sometimes we manage to hit the snooze bar, and Biscuit will settle down for half an hour before trying to wake us up again. At that point, she gets the BUM'S RUSH and I shut her in the basement until the alarm goes off. I'd settle for just shutting her out of the bedroom, but that only works for about 10 minutes before she starts crying to be let back in.
But! Last night she stayed settled down throughout the night and didn't pester us until about 5:30. After that, it was Garbage Can Raid Time, and she played Candy Wrapper Hockey after the alarm went off. If only we knew how to encourage that behavior, we'd be all set.
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Date: 2009-02-12 01:40 am (UTC)