Sunday, February 3, 2013

Kibbles & Bits of My Morning



Well, today is already off to a good and productive start. I woke up early, and felt like doing writey things. So I decided to prepare a new post for The Magic Meal Fairy . I mean, the Magic Meal Fairy did it, not me. Yeah, that’s it. ;)

It ended up being finished rather quickly, so instead of leaving it to post later, I went ahead and chose the photos for it, arranged it all, previewed it 47 times and made changes, etc. It was a fun post to write, and it seemed to come together so fast.

Then I was hungry, so on the way into the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast, I heard one of The Baker’s Dozen, our small cat herd, ringing the doorbell. They really can. When they want to come inside again, they jump up onto the ledge of the window right next to my bed. I seriously don’t know how they can do that and stay there, because I don’t think that ledge is even 2 full inches wide. 

But they do. And they will cling in that precarious position meowing piteously at me until they see me get up to go to the door, or they lose their grip and fall down. Only to jump up again. That's their doorbell. ;)

I went to the door to let the little muskrat in, and our stray, Teddy, was at the door also, meowing because he was hungry. I keep a little container of cat food right near the door just for filling Teddy’s dish on the front porch, but it was empty, so I filled the little container from the large container we have for the rest of The Baker’s Dozen. 

Only the second the rest of them heard that distinctive sound of kibbles hitting plastic, I was surrounded by a moving sea of black and white. Out of the twelve indoor cats, we have 4 solid black and 4 black with white bibs and paws. So when they're all together, it gets hard to tell where one cat ends and another begins. 

I knew if I opened that front door even a crack to go fill Teddy’s bowl, they’d bolt out and pounce on his food like a monkey on a cupcake. So I took the large container of dry food into the kitchen, where we have big round plates that seat four cats at a time. Well, they’re really old plastic lids from some big mixing bowls. 

At any rate, I filled their plates and told them, unnecessarily, that their tables were ready, then went back to take care of Teddy. When I went to open the outer glass door, Teddy reached up to stretch and put his paws on the glass, showing me his wee little jellybean toes. It was so cute, I wished I had a picture of it, but of course I didn’t have my camera on and it happened too quickly anyway. 

As I stepped out, Teddy meowed repeatedly and stayed within inches of me, instead of running off or backing away several feet. I talked to him while I was pouring the food into his dish and exchanging his bowl-shaped ice cube for a new bowl of water, and he did the Dance of Hunger at my feet. 

I watched him for a few moments and then went to the kitchen, where I made my English muffin with cottage cheese and wrestled with a package of cream cheese for Phil’s bagel. 

When I passed by the front door again, Teddy was gone, having eaten his fill. And I could let the rest of The Baker’s Dozen out and go enjoy my own breakfast. Yep, a good start. I like today. :) 


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