Rambling thoughts on Caturday.

[Pab Sungenis]

I usually hate netspeak with a passion unsurpassed by the heat from the core of a brown dwarf, but when it's diluted by cats, I tend to be a little more forgiving. That's why I secretly love the photoblog known as "I Can Has Cheezburger?"

Even though most of the pictures have been around for a while, and were first unleashed on the net in other places, ICHC organizes them a little thematically and puts them all in one place. A lot of the pictures have developed little inside jokes that others have picked up on. For example, from above we got:

and

and (with the absolute worst mock-Elizabethan ever):

...anyway, watching our current crop of cats (Ricky, Mickey, and Mongo) eating tonight reminded me of our T.C., who we lost at the age of 19 almost exactly one year ago. T.C. had a thing for cheeseburgers and would always beg whenever one of us brought home fast food.

Well, most of the time, at least. You see, T.C. didn't like just any burgers. T.C. liked McDonald's. Only McDonald's. And not the little patties from Big Macs or Double Cheeseburgers, just the quarter pound patties. She'd turn her nose up at any other type of burger you tore a piece off of and presented to her. I remember Bryan telling me about one day, before the Atkins Diet craze, about how he got weird looks from a girl at McDonald's when he tried ordering a plain Quarter Pounder, no bun, no ketchup, and no pickles. He wanted to bring a treat home for T.C., a cheeseburger of her own.

The funniest thing is that T.C., who never ran to the door to greet you normally, would run and greet you if she heard the tell-tale rustling of a fast food bag. Over the years, believe it or not, she learned to recognize the different restaurants' food, too, before we even unwrapped it. I had thought it was based on the smell at first, but if we brought home a McDonald's bag filled with Chicken McNuggets, she would still get excited, then annoyed that we didn't give her a piece of cheeseburger. I tend to think that she somehow managed to learn the different logos on the bags, and would know whether we had brought home her blessed McDonald's, or the less-popular-with-her Wendy's, which she would accept but not beg for. And god forbid we had a mental lapse and brought home Burger King. She would sulk something fierce.

Just some happy reverie in a Saturday (or, as they insist on calling it at ICHC, "Caturday") ramblepost.

Text ©2007 P. Sungenis, All Rights Reserved. Photos © their original creators.

[MedleyMisty]

1. Awww

My other cats aren't that interested, but you should see Midnight when I bring home Wendy's.

I bet T.C. did learn the logos. Cats are pretty smart.