floor cheerios
I don’t know. I’m looking at the things I did so far this morning. Something seems a little off…
- Wake up.
- Pee.
- Feed the cats.
- Make coffee.
- Get cereal bowls.
- Get Cheerios.
- Pour Cheerios into cereal bowls.
- Pour entire box of Cheerios on floor.
- Take picture.
What could it be?… what could it be?…
…
Oh yeah.
I got blueberries out too.
November 29th, 2006 at 8:43 am
do cats eat cheerios?
November 29th, 2006 at 9:58 am
If they’re feeling especially frisky, the cheerios will eat the cat.
November 29th, 2006 at 10:17 am
So when did yer wife say “What the hell are you doing?”
November 29th, 2006 at 11:05 am
Hey, you are now semi trained for parenthood. To be fully trained you must be able to A) walk on said Cheerios without swearing and freaking out at Cheerios on bare feet and live with it until you can “get to it” and clean Cheerio bits off feet and floor and, 2) be willing to eat a premoistened Cheerio when proferred by a chubby little toddler hand. Not just “willing” …you must eat said Cheerio. Otherwise you suck and should stick to cats.
Premoistened and offered by cats does not count and is kinda icky.
Do cats eat Cheerios?..Sometimes but they much prefer to bat them under the stove and fridge so that its harder for you to clean up. That way they get more entertainment value out of the Cheerios beyond the playing and eating. Smart critters are cats..
November 29th, 2006 at 11:38 am
These don’t look like just any Cheerios. I would say there’s a sugar coating of some sort involved.
It’s good you didn’t transpose #1 and #2, above. Otherwise it’d be a totally different kind of day, and we’d probably not be talking about Cheerios. Well, it Depends.
November 29th, 2006 at 6:54 pm
They look suspiciously like Honey Nut Cheerios.
ROFLMAO at “Depends”.
November 30th, 2006 at 4:06 pm
I’d have guessed #1 would have followed #8.
December 1st, 2006 at 9:59 am
birchsprite: It seems that these cats merely push them around with their noses. And them collect the ones that I can’t find and pile them around their food dishes. Helpful, no?
RJ: “In Soviet Russia, Cheerios eat YOU!”
Otto: Everyday, Otto. Every. Day.
Alison: Reminds me of eating nachos with my nephew, The Golden Child. He likes to share, but he loves the salsa and sour cream. So he’ll dip the chips, lick them clean, and then feed me the remaining chip. Good times.
lightspring & Alison: You have found me out! They are truly coated with the blessed nectar of honey and nuts. God’s food.
(I am prudently avoiding any puns relating to my peeing in bed. I moistened sink that low.)
mike: Ah! But then where would the lovely photographic evidence be, I ask you?