MKL and Thunder Cat have a love/love relationship – even though MKL has never been a cat fan. Thunder Cat is such a fan of HIM, however, that he couldn’t resist her furry charms. Still, his skepticism lingers, and he often comments that if she gets hungry enough, she will kill and eat one of us, perhaps starting with the eyeballs.
Somehow or other, as we were falling asleep last night, our conversation turned into this:
Me: If we’re ever lost somewhere, and I starve to death, you can eat my eyeballs.
MKL: I wouldn’t do that.
Me: But I’d want you to. I love you and I’d want for you to go on.
MKL: I would not eat your eyeballs.
Me: Well then, what part of ME would you eat if I was dead? And you were starving?
MKL: I wouldn’t eat ANY of you if you were dead.
Me: That’s just silly. Why let me go to waste?
MKL: I’d find something else to eat.
Me: But if you’d been able to find something else to eat, then I wouldn’t be dead.
MKL: That’s my point.
And he fell asleep.
I don’t think his point made any sense at all. But I guess it’s nice that there’s one less thing I have to worry about. At least from him.
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October 26, 2012 at 2:34 pm
suzicate
No eyeballs on the menu for the near future…ah, all can rest easy now, lol!
October 26, 2012 at 2:41 pm
Seasweetie
I hope so, suzicate. I’m tired of sleeping with one eye open!
October 27, 2012 at 9:05 am
thesinglecell
My cat sniffs my eyeballs almost every morning. I think MKL is right.
October 31, 2012 at 3:12 pm
Seasweetie
So does mine, cell!
October 27, 2012 at 10:30 am
thepetalpusher
HaHa–cute post! I love, love, love that bundle of fur.
October 30, 2012 at 11:55 am
belocchio
“The gingham dog and the calico cat – side by side on the table sat;”. Admiring your photograph of your beautiful calico cat I immediately thought of Eugene Field’s poem The Duel. Of course she is a she – most calico’s are. You don’t want to even know about the males. Virginia