Maggie Has a Revelation

We have a cat. Okay, we have four cats (not to mention four rabbits, two guinea pigs and two gerbils), but the specific cat in question is a small black cat called Buffy.

Buffy does not eat people food. Our other cats will at least accept some chicken, or some scrambled egg; Fred will eat her way through aluminium foil to get to chicken, in fact. Buffy does not eat people food.

Today, for lunch, because while I want to start eating real food we also need to clean out the cupboards because we're moving again in about a month (love Montreal. Hate everything about this apartment.), I ate a can of ravioli. I had to fight her off with a squirt bottle.

This is the cat who will not eat people food.

I stared suspiciously at the ravioli for a while and decided I wasn't really hungry.

Jumping the Gun a Little Bit....

...since I haven't actually made it to Montreal yet. In fact, I'm sitting here staring at the stack of forms I need to mail in to get my Temporary Resident Visa (a stack currently full of post-it notes reminding me what I still need to do, get, or prod the Tiny Canadian Wife into writing for me). But it seemed like the right time.

And since nobody's reading this blog, it doesn't matter that it's mostly full of panic that Canada will decide not to let me in, even though I've been married to a Canadian citizen for over three years now, and every time they've let me in before now, I've left when I was supposed to. And we just rented an apartment in Montreal. And the wife is calling her old job to see if she can come back temporarily while she looks for something that isn't clerking at a depanneur. And I should have mailed these forms a month ago, but this sometimes happens when you have a handful of chronic physical and mental health problems. (I'm still working on accepting that.)

An intro post will be coming soon, but right now I need to get back to my paperwork....