On Sunday, Rufus was up to no good as usual. My mother cooked her usual Sunday night fare: a nice steak and all the fixings. As he does when there's a gathering of people in one place, Rufus found his way into the kitchen to observe. Keeping the troops in line, you know? We can't have our humans getting too rowdy at dinner on Sunday night.
He took his usual spot in the spare corner chair, where he could easily watch what was going on and get a good whiff of dinner. Of course, the cat can't just sit. He has to torment the person sitting closest to him, which was me in this case. So he was reaching through the bars of the chair and clawing at my clothes. Just absolutely endearing.
I got up from my seat just to get away from him but when I turned around, I found him enviously eyeing the scraps left on my plate. I think it was part of the little bugger's plan all along!!
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| Eyeing my food... |
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| Eyeing me! Eeek! |
As if one night of creeping for the week wasn't enough, Rufus continued his escapades Tuesday night. Since we only have two bedrooms, my parents constructed a makeshift wall between me and my brother's sides of a shared room. There is a small gap between the panels of wood that Rufus likes to watch me through (creepy, I know). Even though the wall has been up for months, he still can't grasp the concept that he has to take a different route to get to my side of the room. Instead, he sits on my brother's side of the wall and sticks his paw through the hole whenever I walk close enough. He'll never learn. *sigh*
Since I am regrettably technologically challenged (ironic coming from an engineer, isn't it?) the video is turned 90 degrees. I can't for the life of me figure out how to rotate the darn thing. But you'll get the idea.
What I learned today: my cat is potentially out to kill me. Great.


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