In the spirit of Hobbit (and feline) dining practices ...
In the spirit of Hobbit (and feline) dining practices ...
Celebrated here upon occasion, infrequently enough to keep it special.
At our house, they lie and say I never gave them the first one.
That could be my cat. An hour after I fed her last night, she appeared in the doorway of my bedroom, just sitting there and staring at me with laser eyes.
Apparently she could see the bottom of her dish and was displeased.
I have one of those clocks that make bird noises. My mother gave it to me years ago when her cats were going crazy trying to find the birds. I don’t have batteries in it because my Crookedtail cat zeroed in on it as the source of the sounds and knocked it off the wall looking for the bird. ... I sure do miss that old cat friend.