Munchkin and I have learned a new word. Or perhaps I should say I have learned a new word. No, we’ve both learned a new word, but I use it properly.
The word is “crepuscular“. Isn’t that a beautiful word? MaMA taught it to us. As it applies to us, she says it means that cats are most active — “if,” MaMA says, “active is the word I want” — around dawn and dusk.
Munchkin has been strutting around, saying things like, “Yeah! I’m crepuscular, Baby! Crepuscular — that’s me! Just take a look at how crepuscular I am!”
I said, “I’m crepuscular, too, you know.”
He said, “Yeah, but you’re nowhere near as crepuscular as I am!”
Then he flops down on the couch and laughs until he can hardly move.
He’s even gotten picky about what he’ll eat, so we can put on a united front instead of his gobbling up all the nasty bits I leave. We don’t like Friskies. We like Blue Wilderness (canned, of course) and Science Diet (also canned). Mom says she’s going to have to take out a mortgage to feed us.
I think she’s exaggerating. Besides, isn’t this regal beauty worth some expense?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How do you tell your human what you like to eat? What is your favorite food?