Friday Cat Blog
Where's our dinner?
I come home from work, and open the door. Any dog would be there greeting me joyfully, tail wagging frantically, thrilled at my return.
What do I get?
"Yeah, yeah, you're home. Big deal. Where's our dinner?"
Bandit sits and waits patiently. He won't eat the canned food, and has dried stuff all day, anyway. But he sits and watches me with those gorgeous yellow-green eyes.
Smoke follows me around. He climbs into the pantry, he jumps on the table, he stretches to reach the silverware drawer when I take out a spoon.
Grace is the fun one at feeding time. She paces. Back and forth, making a strange "Errr, urrr, errr," sound. Sometimes she eats so fast she barfs it all right back up.
"Yeah, yeah, you're home. Big deal. Where's our dinner?"
Now, go look at Friday Ark to see this week's critters, and on Sunday, visit the Carnival of the Cats, hosted this week at Pages Turned.
4 Comments:
Oh isn't that just such fun? I have a cat that eats so fast she barfs up undigested. I'm like "hey, you didn't chew it the first time. Try again!" Ugh.
Yeah, it's the very same at my house....haha.
Clover eats too much and then up it comes. I think she has a form of inflammatory bowel disease like her sister had. Hopefully we can get it taken care of soon.
They sure can hear well when they want to..ie when the can opener starts.
I have 5 different responses from my fur babies. They too are waiting at the door when I come home each day, Jinx leads me chirping into the kitchen. Abby paces furiously and head butts me wherever I go with. Boo waits patiently on top of the countertop. Ping quietly waits on the floor, and Gracie the baby is cauterwauling and circling the wagons. It's a 5 ring circus!
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