She goes into the kitchen, eats exactly one bite of wet food
Then, she comes out into my room, jumps on the window sill, and grooms herself until she's immaculate, in such a way she's beginning to remind me of Jack Nickleson in "As Good As It Gets."
Once she is 100% steril, she then hops dantily off the window sill and goes into the kitchen.
And takes another bite of food.
And then repeats the whole thing.
She's probably had about eight bites of food so far, over the span of about two hours, because for every bite she takes, she fifteen minutes to rush off and groom herself.
If she wasn't so thin, I'd say she's working on some new type of cat diet where you burn off every bite of your food, right after you eat it.
Goten is sleeping in another window sill. Dreaming about killing the poor little birds fluttering around the feeder I'm sure. Every once in awhile, I see his tail flick.
I think I'm going to follow Goten's example and curl up and get some sleep. Day three with the cold and it's still knocking me ass over teakettle. Life sucks. Theraflu works.