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More Proof...

...of how awesome I am.

I feed one cat outside and the other one inside, else the first cat, Ghost, would eat all of Kali's food after he was done with his. Kali's a slow eater.

I always put Ghost's food in the same place: on the deck, between the recycling bin and the cinderblock. (I keep a cinderblock on the deck in case I have something out there I need to keep from blowing away, or keep the raccoons out of... oh, hell, no, I have no idea where it came from and no good way to dispose of it so it sits there.)

So today I dumped Ghost's food into his plate, and, as usual, he comes running out of nowhere once he hears the can open. I think it's a genetic thing with cats; they're hard-wired to appear when a can opens.

I dump the food in his plate, and he runs around the deck looking for it.

"Ghost. It's over here."

"Where?"

"Here. HERE. Where it always is."

"Where?"

So I pick him up and put him at the plate, and he starts scarfing the disgusting cat food.

I come back in, where my roommate has heard the entire exchange, and I say:

"Not the sharpest claw on the scratching post, that one."

He looks at me.

"You're just way too proud of yourself for saying that."

"Even more proud that I just made it up."

That's how awesome I am.