A Word from The Smart One

Image credit: Bernie, "Self Portrait." Around Feb. 12, 2010

Someone explain this to me: Several times during the last eight months - three days out of the past week and a half alone - the food bowl has been empty. Used to be that was never a concern. Food went in two times a day like clockwork. Now I don't know. What, has cat food become intolerably expensive? Have the grocery stores run out? Perhaps I now have to reach down into my DNA and try to remember how to actually catch and kill something? What could possibly be the cause of such a disruption?

I'm looking at it. The thing that the short bearded biped sits in front of almost every night. Whatever it does, it's taken his focus from us and we don't eat as often, or as well.

I'm Bernie - the smart one. Norton - the idiot - is around here somewhere, probably lying on his back scratching the hell out of the foot board in the bedroom. No body knows why he does it, he just does. (I keep begging the bipeds every day to kill him, but they're not having any of that. So I have to put up with him - and the empty bowl.)


Whatever it is this thing does, apparently it's transfixing. Lots of words, sometimes moving pictures and sounds ... I'm sure it all means something. Right now I'm just hungry, so to draw attention to the fact that the bowl is empty again, I'll just keep jumping around on the button thingy - which I've been told repeatedly not to do. If that doesn't work, maybe I'll join Norton in his attempt to destroy furniture. It's gotta be easier than chasing down rodents for food.