Wednesday Faff

I hate to have such a faffy post smack in the middle of the week (as opposed to Friday's, where they belong), but these photos were just too good not to post. Consider this a peek into my daily life, as what is being documented below is a very regular occurrence in Casa de The State That I Am In.

This is the scene: I get home from work, happy to be in the comfort of my tiny apartment after spending the day in my office. I strip off my business casual and throw on some sort of loungey outfit, usually consisting of a cotton house-dress or a t-shirt and undies when I'm feeling especially lazy. Hungry, I grab a snack (Gorgonzola crackers from Trader Joe's, in this instance) and settle into my living room with a good book.

Elvis (aka The Cat Who Will Eat Anything), knows something is up as soon as he hears the rustle of the bag of cracker. When his best "I'm adorable and therefore you should feed me" look doesn't work, he moves onto the next tactic in his arsenal of "I can get you to do anything I want".

This usually involves his loud, guttural Siamese meow that is not unlike the cry of a baby. Watch this video if you are unfamiliar with this noise.

It only gets louder if you ignore it.

Next there's usually some grabbing involved with his strong, excessively clawed paw, at which point I just hand over whatever it is I'm eating as to avoid being mauled.

A few tentative sniffs.

Some weird, heavy breathing on whatever it is he's being offered,

followed by him grazing the offering along his teeth.

Still unsure.

Getting close to a decision.

At last! Your offering pleases Kitty.

He repays my snack generosity by letting me take out my loneliness on him, so it's a win-win situation.