Since the MiniCats have been let out to rampage my mornings have never been the same. I am assured that in a few weeks it will all stop and life will return to normality... whatever that is? I just don't have the time for my usual morning duties anymore, but I do like to reminisce on a purrfect day. I guess now, I do get to watch kitten food in the 'Food Hall' where I can ponder the 101 ways to lure it out from it's jail - It all ads to the tapestry of my busy schedule!
I like to have my breakfast made for me and even though I absolutely HATE to sit for it, I do it because Momma loves me even more! Then I like to wait for Mr.Zeus to finish his breakfast and I watch him with my eyes half shut as if I am dozing, just in-case I am in for a morsel that has gone unnoticed! I then like to do my morning rituals of Orb Worship - whether it shows its self or not, I am a sucker to the cause and always hold out for Orb Rays through the Orb Cover. After that I would normally seek out a warm spot for some deep meditation but not this weekend, nope, this weekend has been disrupted.
It now all starts with 'them' being fed first. I can hear the chinking of china and the munching of kibble remotely. I can hear TomFun plaintive cries emanating from the bathroom as he has finished his meaty and wants to give meaty kisses to everyone. I can hear litter trays being scooped out and I can hear - finally - footsteps on the stairs heading in my direction. I wait patiently with tiny YAWPS, behind the door and every morning it catches my toes and every morning I dance around holding up my right paw. I then jump to the worktop and race along it's length to get me some head-rub action and kisses and then I race to the food door and kiss the handle and YAWP in my loudest YAWP. Then I race again to the shelf where my bowl is kept, all the time receiving kisses on my forehead and I head-butt Momma to wake her up more. She switches on the kettle whilst I run frantically from food dish to food packet that is now laying face down on the side. Momma wanders to the fridge, takes out my 'Slinky Meds' and I watch, drooling, whilst she wraps it in a tiny piece of ham and proffers it to me and it's gone, down the slippery slide, untasted down my gullet. YAWP I say which I feel constitutes to "more." I dance between her slippered feet and get the odd shove and she snuffles back to my dish and finally, oh finally, she tares the tape from the chicken pouch and I watch as it slips into my dish and is waiting for me to devour it. It quivers when Momma stirs it and I smell the delicate flavour and hear it's silky juice squelching. This is when the kibble gets added to a little bowl and placed inside my dish to make me eat slowly as I can down this breakfast in 28.6 seconds with out it!
I then dance and spin in a ritual that goes back to the first time I was fed, I am turning pink with excitement and spinning faster and faster until we reach my eating place. I do a turn on command and then I sit when I am asked - this is allegedly to make me calm and not accidentally bite the feeder - yeah right! I dash forward in anticipation and get me a quick lick before the dish is finally lowered. Agghhh yes, food. Lovely yummy food. Now I can really start my day - Bring it all, MiniCats and all!