This is a fun thing to do: summon up as much derision in your voice as you can, and spew it out with venom:
"DAISY, you're A CHIVE-EATER! " (Go on. I dare you. It is fun to say!)
She'll look at you with slitty, guilty, "I dare you to punish me" cat eyes. Such is the daily drama of my life.
I have one window, which faces west and offers great views of Turtleback Mountain and Six Mile Mountain and sunsets. There's plenty of turf on this windowsill for garden and cat. (That's adobe for you!) But this little goofball is munching on only the chives, garlic chives at that. If I could just get her to eat some Altoids afterwards.
I promise: I'll try not to do this too often. (blog author + cat owner = obligatory-cat-picture-in-a-blog) This is supposed to be about far west Texas, not an online tribute to a cat, for pete's sake.
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