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May. 25th, 2002 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiOur cat is so defective.
There was a roach in the living room, sitting under the coffee table. Max was at the end of the table, staring at the roach. And the roach, less then two feet away, stared back at Max. They had a fucking staring contest for at least a minute.
Finally, I got sick of it, and smacked the ground behind the roach. It bolted towards Max. And went under him. He just sat there for a minute, before standing up and moving away from the little critter. I finally had to give in and step on the bug myself. Doesn't this cat know that he's supposed to eat bugs?
There was a roach in the living room, sitting under the coffee table. Max was at the end of the table, staring at the roach. And the roach, less then two feet away, stared back at Max. They had a fucking staring contest for at least a minute.
Finally, I got sick of it, and smacked the ground behind the roach. It bolted towards Max. And went under him. He just sat there for a minute, before standing up and moving away from the little critter. I finally had to give in and step on the bug myself. Doesn't this cat know that he's supposed to eat bugs?