I spent a few nights sleeping at my daughter’s place last week, while she was on vacation. Sometimes, I just pop in and feed her cats, Moncton and Preston. Sometimes, it’s easier to just sleep on her couch and spend the night with the boys.
It’s always a good visit, but with some predictable antics. Moncton likes to “sneak” out to graze in the little grassy area in front of her apartment. Preston likes to hide when it’s time for his medication and sleep on me just as I decide I want to roll over. Moncton likes to eat crunchy/salty snacks – and anything with bacon – and Preston like to play with snack bags because they make that crinkly sound.
They both like to be fed. Each night I was there, Moncton tapped me on the side of my head around 2:30 am with the suggestion:
“I’m pretty sure this is when mom feeds us.”
I would explain – yes, cat owners often find themselves explaining things to their cats – that it was too early. That encouraged the “is it still too early?” question at 3:00 am, 4:00 am, 5:00 am and I usually caved, since that’s when I normally get up for work.
However, recent events make it hard to stay mad at those two knuckleheads. After doing a small amount of work outside on Sunday (when it was very hot), I looked at my wife and asked:
“Is it too early for ice cream?”
I am a lucky man.
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