She thinks she's tricking us, but as soon as she puts out the industrial size food bowl, I know what's coming. Bitch is leaving town. She has no idea how annoying Ginger is when I have to handle her all by myself. So she empties an entire bag of Iams food (my personal favorite), cleans the water bowl, and is sickeningly nice to us. I've seen this act a million times, but you know what they say - when that cats away... oh wait - that doesn't really apply here.
So basically my Thanksgiving consisted of beating up on the Orange One, shedding, tracking litter throughout the house (yes, I track it on the bathroom floor on purpose) and generally having my run of the place.
When the girl gets back, I always pretend to be real sweet, purring and nuzzling, but I know that it's going to get me some Mixed Grill Feast, and man i LOVE that stuff.
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