The Feline Sense of Smell Is a Curious Thing
Cat: MEOW!
Translation: I want something from this kitchen!
Me: I don't have anything--I made soup tonight. See--vegan!
Cat: MEOW!
Translation: There is something in this kitchen I want, and that's not it!
Me: I don't have anything! Oh, I give up. . .
The Cat hung around the kitchen complaining for a bit as I got ready to go run some errands.
When I stepped out into the hallway, I was hit by the smell of the chicken that one of my neighbors was roasting.
Poor kitty. Apartment living must be torture sometimes.
Translation: I want something from this kitchen!
Me: I don't have anything--I made soup tonight. See--vegan!
Cat: MEOW!
Translation: There is something in this kitchen I want, and that's not it!
Me: I don't have anything! Oh, I give up. . .
The Cat hung around the kitchen complaining for a bit as I got ready to go run some errands.
When I stepped out into the hallway, I was hit by the smell of the chicken that one of my neighbors was roasting.
Poor kitty. Apartment living must be torture sometimes.
Comments
I did have a cat once who thought that if you were cutting something up, it must be something she wanted. The number of times I protested, "It's green pepper! Smell it! Green pepper!"
CCR--one of the main reasons I moved out of where I used to live was the way the neighbors' smelly cooking pervaded my entire living space. Yuck. But that is so funny how adamant the cat was, in spite of GREEN PEPPER!
Dave--I have a feeling Sammy would've made friends with the neighbors. Big time. Like Dennis the Menace and the Wilsons.