Breakfast at Chez Edwards
 

On Sun 09 Jul 2006 12:39:33p, Mark Edwards wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
):

Lots of fun antics this morning.

First of all, the cat family are back in the neighborhood,
having recovered from their spays and neutering, with no
complications. The little boy slapped my hand and hissed, for
all my trouble (big grin).

I went to put some food out for mommy kitty and the two little
ones, and noticed that Acqui was lying off to the side, watching
anxiously. When Acqui tried to approach the food, mommy kitten
would hiss at him.

Well, Acqui doesn't like anyone, but he's skinny too, despite
having his own person around here, so I put a little extra food
out for him. The two kittens bounced and pounced their way over,
hissing and fluffing at Acqui, who looked alarmed as he backed
away. Probably because mommy kitten was giving him the "Do not
harm my kits evil eye".

I picked up the kittens and moved them back over to mommy's pile
of food, and Acqui was able to nibble in peace (at least until
the little ones decided to harrass evil Unca Acqui som more -
big grin).

I also got a brief visit from the local cardinal (bird, not
priest - grin), which sat heavily on the bird feeder and cussed
at me - presumably for feeding cats so close to the feeder.

When I got the outside diners settled, I came back in and
started some french toast. Little Boy was seated at
Senyah'splace, waitiing for a plate. Dulce Mae was seated on the
counter top, staring at the empty plates with a "I'm ready for
my breakfast, dear" look on her face.

As much as I hate to disappoint our owners, they didn't get any
french toast.

After breakfast, I laid own to read a bit. Little Boy jumped up
on the bed and decided to cuddle with me, which made reading a
bit difficult, but it was worth it, just for the purrs and the
beard smurgles. After a few minutes of this, Little Boy jumped
down, ran into the kitchen, and proceeded to crunch out on dried
food. He then came back and took up his position on my shoulder.

At some point, I yawned, and Little Boy lowered his face over my
open mouth. He dropped a piece of cat food (at least I THINK it
was catfood - I coughed and it went flying across the room...)
in my open mouth. This either showed that he is willing to share
his food, even if I don't, or is punishment for not sharing my
food (big grin). The fact that he tried to nip my earlobe seems
to point to the second explanation.

Lunch time has just cme, and I made one and a half bologna
sandwiches. This started out as two sandwhiches, but Little Feet
decided that he had been a polite kitty for way too long. He
carefully grabbed one slice of bologna, jumped down, walked over
to Buster and shared his treasure with Buster. All the time
acting as if he did this all the time...

Buster kept guilty eyes on me the entire time. I guess a bread
and mustard sandwich isn't all THAT bad...

I just cracked up over many parts of this story! Thank you for
sharing it. :) My favorite part was Little Boy sitting at
Senyah's place waiting for his plate, and Dulce May's longing look
with "dear" at the end. LOL

--
Cheryl