There are times when I get to sleep into 5 or 5:30AM. These days are far between but every once in a while I get lucky. This last Sunday was one of those days. I looked at the clock and decided to snuggle against my hubby’s back when I heard a thump. A very loud thump.
Then there was a conversation between the cats and the dogs.
You know the kind, the one that leaves scratches on the dog’s nose and slobber on the cats.
Stepping into my slippers, I shuffled into the living areas to feed the animals and see what all the fuss was about.
Bear lay on his bed diligently licking the cat dish that fell off the entertainment unit and onto his bed. Gifts from heaven, he said, holding the dish between his paws. And he no longer likes having his picture taken as the cats have told them the photos are for missing dog posters.
Cyanide for once was not at fault. He was very adamant that he wouldn’t bother getting on the top of the entertainment unit let alone push a dish off. He doesn’t eat the wet stuff, but it did look good on the dog.
And while she may seem to be the impatient one waiting for her food to be served. It was Fat Charlie who left the paw tracks behind, embedded in cat food, no doubt. Of course, he got off scot-free as the dog cleaned up after him.
Then I fed the cats and took the dog for a walk.