Living with a sarcastic cat is not my idea of fun. Pepper has been giving me lip ever since I brought her back from the RSPCA. If she doesn't like the food I give her, she vomits it all over in little bundles. These vomit landmines are lethal early in the morning especially when you happen to step on one whilst rubbing sleep out of your eyes!
Another way Pepper protests against the food I give her is to attack my plants. Now I am not a green finger person - plants hate me. So it is rare when plants actually survive after a few weeks in my care, let alone grow. My cat obviously knows this and she has been sneering at my attempts to "greenify" my abode. She jumps on my windowsill behind my back, and starts puncturing holes in the leaves of my plants like an automated hole-punch. Of course after a few sessions of this grooming from my cat, the plant dies and I am left with withered stumps.
My cat has this feud with me because she likes eating canned cat food or human food like ham and fried chicken. My vet tells me that she can't eat too much of this type of food because they will rot her teeth. If I don't give her what she wants she sulks. When I relent and slip her some ham under the table I get told off from my family. "Don't feed the cat when we are having dinner! You are spoiling her!" they say. When I give them an innocent look and deny their accusations, they point to the cat who is dutifully sitting next to my chair looking at me expectantly! Traitor!
Last week on my way to work, I saw a fasionable woman wearing a pair of high-heeled, chunky platform shoes walking on an island between two roads. She was obviously taking her son to an event.
As I passed by, I suddenly saw her body jerk violently to one side as if someone had yanked her on one side. She righted herself quickly and carried on walking across the road. But not long after, as she put her foot forward again, she lost 8 inches of her height from one side of her body.
I looked down and saw that one of the platform heels of her "added height" was lying in the middle of the road - lonely without the top part of the shoe. The woman carried on walking as the momentum kept her going. But she quickly realised that her "sole-mate" was missing and had to retrieve it with some embarrassment. She made a funny picture, standing there with one on and foot on tiptoes to maintain equilibrium. I, of course, being a bad person, could not stop the grin from spreading from ear to ear.
I know it is bad of me to laugh at someone's misfortune but the incident was quite funny and I couldn't help myself. Things of this nature have always tickled my funny bone. But this has got me thinking about people's funny bones. Do we all have the same funny bones? or are things only funny if they happen to someone else and not you? To be fair, I would laugh at myself if it happened to me but saying that I would no doubt curse my shoe like hell for tripping me up like that!
