My Dark Secret:

This brings me to my other deep secret. One that I have managed to keep for all of the five years that I have lived with this human, Gary. A secret so deep that, even in the relative anonymity of the World Wide Web,

Ack! Phfft! Thptpth! (sorry, a hairball,)

I feel nervous in revealing... I watch TV. (there, I said it)

Typically, it is humans who exercise very poor judgment in entertaining themselves, for example, in the amount of time they spend watching that inexplicable object, the television. They may be permitted to watch a reasonable number of hours of television per week, if they are getting their housework and chores done.

(Such as feeding, petting and litter-changing.)

The responsible cat will not allow excessive television, will not use the television as a baby-sitter, and will supervise its humans viewing choices. The loving cat will try to improve its humans' taste by walking on the cable box to change the channel to a more appropriate show. If there is really nothing good on, it may be advisable to order something from Pay-Per-View by walking on the cable box.

And here I find myself secretly watching the Nature Channel while my human is away. I, of course, feign total disinterest when he is here watching the box, but I do keep an eye open. Waiting to see if a bird, or mouse, or especially a fish might make an appearance.

My secret is out...... (heavy sigh)