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Excuse me, one of our cats was begging. And this damn cat knows me, so that's why she begs. We have three domesticated strays around here and each has their own unique story. This particular beggar cat  that I'm talking about tonight has been around here for so long that I have forgotten her story. But that's ok...she wasn't really supposed to be the topic of tonight's blog. I was going to talk about something else, but that energy has left me. All but for her subtle beg. We have a routine around here...I pretty much take care of all animal feedings except for the evening feeding for the cats. That for some unspoken reason has become the evening chore for my bride. And that chore doesn't get completed until somewhere near 11pm. Unless of course I succumb to the subtle beg of an ancient cat. None of our cats come by me and purr or nudge me by my ankles with their head when they would like some of my attention, but this one comes as close as ten feet away from me and just sits. No meow, no noise...no nothing. And once I catch a glance of her sitting there, with nothing more than a glance my way, I know I'm not going to be able to ignore her until my wife wants to give the cats their evening feeding. Tonight my wife came home at 8:30pm after a visiting her aunt in the hospital. After asking her how her aunt was doing I then said to her that I just fed the cats. And my bride's immediate response was...oh good. Which made me immediately think of some sort of conspiracy in the cat world. Anyway, I just loved the way the setting sun was doing all these cool things in our house and I felt like writing about that earlier...but the damn begging cat somehow got me to pay attention to her.