“Um, you do know why you’re here…don’t you?”
“Yes, guys, I know. I’m here to feed you. But it’s only 3:30 and you don’t eat until 5:00.”
Thus began 19 hours of care-giving. A job at which I think I excelled and for which I’m sure I received a failing grade. Maybe a ‘D’, maybe, if they remember that I snuck them an extra dollop of Tuna Pate, a ‘D+’ but I won’t stake my grade point on it.
You may remember from last week that the brownish fluff is Preston. The handsome boy in the tuxedo is Moncton. They are our daughter’s cats and I was cat-sitting. I was on vacation, so I thought I’d sleep on Faith’s couch. Apparently, that’s Moncton’s couch. I was also guilty of putting stuff on the coffee table. Stuff I found on the floor in the morning when I woke to the not-so-gentle tapping on my cheek. “Um, remember why you’re here…”
I love these guys, and I really enjoy staying with them. Apparently, I don’t feed, or scratch them often enough and I don’t share enough of my Bugles (which I didn’t know cats eat), and I don’t put Moncton’s food on the right step. He used to eat on the third step, then the second and now he sits on the floor, but the food bowl goes on the first step. But, all of that aside, I think they like it when I stay overnight with them.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. You can follow this link to see the one-liners from the other participants.