so my mom’s cat dora doesn’t really care to interact with you…. unless you have a bowl of yogurt, because she gets to lick the bowl when you’re done. it’s a Cat Rule. but of course, it’s a Human Rule that pets don’t get the bowl until we’ve had our portion, on pain of getting their impatient little snoot swatted out of our lunch.
so i’m sitting there, eating defensively, and she’s patiently sitting next to me on the couch, being very good, and the second, the very exact microsecond that i think ‘yeah i’m done, this is for the cat now’ i hear her go ‘mmmmMMMMRRRP!?’ and stick her head under my arm, into the bowl, which was now her rightful prey. licking commenced immediately and at roughly the speed of light.
she knew. somehow, she knew. this cat, who spends 23 hours and 59 minutes a day studiously ignoring the existence of humans, is evidently attuned enough to human microexpressions to know the exact moment a resident yogurt deliverer is ready to deliver her yogurt.
i’m very impressed. and the yogurt bowl is now very, very clean.
i’m very impressed
and the yogurt bowl is now
very very clean
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a haiku bot poem in honor of my mom’s cat’s yogurt skills! this is pleasing.
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