It's the Holiday season, which means I had to make a trip to the store to stock up on some groceries. So, when I get home, I'm greeted by a very anxious cat. I mean, I also HAD to go shopping to get more cat litter. (And no, he wasn't sitting there with his paws crossed!)

Anyway, I start bringing in these bags, and the cat notices all this stuff being brought in. He starts examining each and every bag. I did take time to stop and give him the scratching he so insistently demanded. (It's hard to unpack those plastic bags when a cat is headbutting your hand at every opportunity.)

It took a while to get everything out. But he KNOWS that there has to be something for HIM, right? The Cat even jumped into the pantry as I was putting cans away to check to see if there were any HIS size. (You KNOW the can size I'm referring to. He does too.) Well, finally I set down this big bag on the floor to open it up. By now the cat is getting more excited by the nanosecond, because stuff open on the floor means that it's for HIM!

So I open this bag, and he immediately sicks his nose there to get a good whiff of it. Oh My! It's CAT LITTER!

Then he gives me this look like, "Hey! I was expecting that after all this STUFF here that I would have had some TREATS! But of all things, it's nothing but dumb CAT LITTER!!"

The cat, his Royal Highness and Commandant in Charge, left in a huff and would not associate with me for the rest of the night. "We are Not Amused."

Copyright © Brian Armstrong
December 15, 1999