Scaredy cats
Beware, I'm going to blog about the cats.
This is what happens when 60% of the children are gone and the other 40% are sullen teenagers. OK, Matt and Hayley aren't sullen. They are quiet though. And mostly gone. Hayley works 5 days a week, and Matt has learned to have most of his conversations inside his own head.
So I'm left to hang around the cats.
Like today.
For the past few months, I have been feeding them what I call "Daily Tuna," which is about 1/3 of a can of tuna every day around noon. The cats have come to expect it, and will start getting antsy for Daily Tuna around 10 a.m. Every time I go into the kitchen, they follow me, stare at me, and meow at me.
Today, however, Jim was in the kitchen and he asked if I had given the cats their Daily Tuna yet. I said no. So he got the container out of the fridge and put some tuna on a plate. Usually, when I even open the cupboard door to get a little plate, Magic and Servo are right there at my feet, meowing up a storm.
Today, nothing. Servo was under the chair in the living room and Magic was on a chair in the dining room. Jim called out to them and clicked his tongue, which the cats recognize as "someone is going to feed you treats."
The cats wouldn't come.
I tried it. Nothing doing. They wouldn't budge.
We gave up, put the tuna back in the fridge, and Jim decided he was going to leave to go get Hayley from work.
The minute closed the door upon leaving, the cats got up, ran to the kitchen and started meowing.
Apparently, they don't like Jim to the point of refusing Daily Tuna (which they normally go NUTS for).
I lectured them soundly for a good five minutes while they ate their Daily Tuna.
Stupid cats.
And here are two cat pictures.
This is what happens when 60% of the children are gone and the other 40% are sullen teenagers. OK, Matt and Hayley aren't sullen. They are quiet though. And mostly gone. Hayley works 5 days a week, and Matt has learned to have most of his conversations inside his own head.
So I'm left to hang around the cats.
Like today.
For the past few months, I have been feeding them what I call "Daily Tuna," which is about 1/3 of a can of tuna every day around noon. The cats have come to expect it, and will start getting antsy for Daily Tuna around 10 a.m. Every time I go into the kitchen, they follow me, stare at me, and meow at me.
Today, however, Jim was in the kitchen and he asked if I had given the cats their Daily Tuna yet. I said no. So he got the container out of the fridge and put some tuna on a plate. Usually, when I even open the cupboard door to get a little plate, Magic and Servo are right there at my feet, meowing up a storm.
Today, nothing. Servo was under the chair in the living room and Magic was on a chair in the dining room. Jim called out to them and clicked his tongue, which the cats recognize as "someone is going to feed you treats."
The cats wouldn't come.
I tried it. Nothing doing. They wouldn't budge.
We gave up, put the tuna back in the fridge, and Jim decided he was going to leave to go get Hayley from work.
The minute closed the door upon leaving, the cats got up, ran to the kitchen and started meowing.
Apparently, they don't like Jim to the point of refusing Daily Tuna (which they normally go NUTS for).
I lectured them soundly for a good five minutes while they ate their Daily Tuna.
Stupid cats.
And here are two cat pictures.
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Comments
Jen's comment - Jack the Ripper!!