Angst is angry with me. To be fair, it is a little warranted. All my poor little kitty wanted for dinner his last night on earth (because he is a holy kitty and will obviously be part of tomorrow's rapture) was Sloppy Joes, but instead, because I am a mean, mean lady (which is why I will be left behind), I made Chickpea Piccata from Appetite for Reduction.
As it always is, it was delightful, and Angst, despite his intense scowl, decided he would like to try a taste of the non-sloppy-joe dinner. Mister tried to convince him that it was nothing he would like, but he did so by lowering his plate so Angst could sniff at the food...which resulted in Angst trying to eat the food right off of Mister's plate.
Ever generous and a much better kitty-parent than I am, apparently, Mister plucked a lemony chickpea from his plate and put in on the floor for Angst to realize he didn't want. Angst licked off all the sauce, kind of like he does with hummus on pita, and looked at Mister for more. After allowing the chickpea to "age" a bit, he came back and chewed up his "raw hummus." For dessert, we gave him some of his Birthday Catnip.
After all, if he doesn't finish it tonight, it'll go to waste. As they say, you can't take it with you...
The countdown has begun. Since the Beginning of the End is supposed to start at 6pm local time, starting in New Zealand and rippling through the time zones with terrific inevitability, I did some math of my own. If the huge, ne'er-seen-before-magnitude earthquake that signifies God closing the door to Heaven (before pulling up all the righteous - figure that out) is supposed to start at 6pm in New Zealand, and New Zealand is 7 hours ago in tomorrow (stay with me), then we will know if the Endtimes are really upon us in one hour. At 1 AM Eastern time, it will be 6 PM in New Zealand.
I hope the world doesn't end, though. It would really put a damper on my weekend plans. More tomorrow!