The next time I have a giveaway, the cockatiel is picking the winner.
Because cats, I have found, are not benevolent judges.
Or maybe, it’s just that when a cat’s all hopped up on catnip, you shouldn’t attempt to take his piece of paper away.
Here’s how it went…
First I put all the names in a box. Then I dumped a bunch of catnip in the box.
The Judge Cat loves to take things out of boxes, so I thought this would be easy-peasy. Instead I spent about ten minutes watching this:
I tried to redirect Judge Cat by semi-closing the box. He loves opening boxes. I spent the next ten minutes watching this:
When Judge Cat finally flopped over in a catnip induced stupor, I dumped the contents of the box on top him. One thing is certain, Judge Cat hates it when you put stuff on him and he’ll quickly snatch off at least one piece of paper (the winner!).
I spent the next ten minutes watching this:
That’s correct, we’re about 30 minutes into this process. Who knew this would be such a tough decision? And then, when I was just about to replace Judge Cat with Mr. Jivvy and a hat, this happened:
No, there was no human intervention here (unless heavy sighs borne of boredom count) and I promise you that that is not a posed pic — apparently when Judge Cat decides, he decides with clarity.
Yes, this is the point when I made the strategic error of reaching for the slip of paper.
There was blood shed. There was profanity. There was one last picture:
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