This Sort of Treatment is Insufferable! We're Going to Call the Feline Union!

My cats are hungry. And they are making sure I know this. Repeatedly. "Hey, you, human! Why ain't there no food in this bowl? Hey! This bowl! Why no food? Hey!" Etc., etc., etc. They remind me of the Sims people when they run out of money, going to the refrigerator over and over and making the same exact face every time they realize that there's nothing in it. Thus proving, I think, that Sims people and cats have about the same level of intelligence.

There is a reason why there's no food, of course. I mean, I don't randomly starve my cats for amusement. The reason is that Nova's supposed to go into the vet tomorrow morning to get his teeth cleaned. Which requires a general anesthetic. Which means he's not supposed to have any food from 3 PM today until he goes in tomorrow. And since if there's food out for Happiness Nova will eat it, she doesn't get any, either. (Well, actually, I did put her in the spare bedroom with a dish earlier, but I think she was more interested in the fact that she was trapped in the spare bedroom! than in eating, because she didn't take much.)

And now I've got to go and force-feed Nova some antibiotics. Sigh. I'd say "he'd better appreciate this," but I know he won't. He's just going to freak out and claw me when I try to put him in the cat carrier, and then be all sulky when he gets home.

Cats. It's a good thing I love 'em.