I acquired a receipt from REI on Sunday. While cleaning out my bag the receipt ended up on my coffee table and from there was blown onto the living room floor.
Moira is in the living room now, lying on that receipt. It’s very obvious that she’s gone out of her way to select that spot as her nap zone, even though she has the entire living room floor from which to choose. No, she must plop her fuzzy butt onto that tiny piece of paper because she deems that, as the only thing on the living room floor which isn’t furniture, it must therefore be significant. If it’s significant then how could I resist the urge to retrieve it, thereby drawing attention to its furry captor and perhaps resulting in pettings? The logic is simple but admirable for a feline.
However it ain’t getting her anywhere. I remain steadfastly attached to the laptop in the kitchen and have neither plans nor desires to swoop into the living room to save my precious receipt from the rapacious clutches of the cat. Now, if I had any desire of returning those shoes ($70 shoes! For $25! And they rock! Score!) then perhaps the situation would be different and her diabolical scheme for attention would work. Alas, ’tis not so. Therefore, on Moira’s behalf, I must say, “Curses, foiled again.”