Posted November 29, 2006on:
Two nights in a row that our cat has been meowing smoke. It’s easy for us to see our own breath in cold weather, but with cats it’s a bit tricky, because they breathe more discretely. I saw Fatty doing the evil smoky breath before (2 years ago?), that time he freaked me out, because he meowed at me and I saw smoke. Now I know better. Two nights ago, I was bringing cups of hot honey lemon tea into our bed, and as I handed the cup to Son, I said “Here you go,” and saw the smoke doubled. Hmmm… I blew the air, but still could not tell for sure if I was breathing out smoke or it was just my teacup. So I call the cat over, Fatty came running. “Meow?” I asked him. “Meow…?” he replied. And puffed out some smoke in that breath. I giggled and said “Son, Son, look at our cat” Son looked. “Meow meow?” I said. “Meow,” the cat responded, simultaneously puffing out another breath of smoke. Soooooo cute. We were at it for a while, the cat and I. I think that’s how the poors entertained themselves in the old days too.
Current household population count: 2 people, 2 cats, 2 fishes. The black algae eater died, most probable cause of death: water temperature too cold. I was sad, that’s why I didn’t want to think about it for 2 weeks. Until now. Still bummed. On the other hand, the goldfish that was looking so sick when An was here sprung back miraculously, and now he’s quite healthy. Could be a she.
zzzzzzzzz … I’m still sick …. Son’s still sick … zzzzzzz