That’s why the lady is a tramp…

We recently (finally!!) got a DVR at home.  Yippee!!  AND… it’s HD!  So, in theory, we get to watch high def TV on our high def TV that has been in the living room for oh, 2 or 3 years now…  AND… I get to record all my geek girl shows like Good Eats and Jeopardy, and watch them whenever I want!  OK, that’s not entirely true… I get to watch them when I have control of the clicker, which isn’t exactly all that often. 

So, Tina gets the HD-DVR home from Comcast’s office, gets it all hooked up, and we start enjoying all this new high technology.  Except – most of the HD channels don’t work!  They are acting like we didn’t actually subscribe to HD.  After 3 phone calls with Comcast to get it resolved, they sent a service guy out today.  I’m not usually the one who deals with service people, but everyone was golfing today, so I was home to observe Dog’s (the cat) behavior. 

And now, the point of the story… (yea, I’m not so much a short story kind of girl…)  My cat is a tramp!  Apparently she’s like this with any male service person, or really any other male stranger that comes in the house.  She’s normally not too social with anyone – she wants to be in the same room and keep an eye on everyone, but she’d just as soon none of us get too close, thank you very much.  (Most of the time anyway… every so often she’s actually quite sweet and friendly.)  Anyway… as soon as this guy walked in, she was all over him.  Sniffing him, rubbing up on his legs, following him around, hollering at me when I tried to grab her or shoo her away from him… She was IN LOVE.  Or something like that.  Charming, really…

She’s also developed a taste for tuna, at age 13.  She’s always refused to touch anything but her own dry cat food (and a brief phase of sometimes stealing dry dog food).  She won’t eat treats, she won’t eat canned food, nothing.  Until the last month or so – whenever Tina’s making a tuna sandwich, Dog is out there begging, demanding a little snack.  She LOVES tuna fish now.  Not that unusual for a kitty, but to have not even tried it until age 13??  Weirdo.  However… apparently she’s not all that smart.  It’s not just the smell of the tuna that makes her all nutty – it’s the sound of the can opener.  I might mention that this is NOT an electric can opener… just a plain old fashioned hand can opener.  OK, not that old fashioned – it’s that fancy safety kind that doesn’t leave sharp edges – but it doesn’t make any noise.  So now, opening a can of tomatoes or chicken broth elicits the same reaction.  Except that she won’t sample the contents of those cans, even when offered.