the kitten chronicles - part 132

Being the Big Cat is a big responsibility and I worry. Rooney threw up again this morning. Could it be the after-effects of too many Christmas plastic lizard tails? Or just regulation fur-ball elimination? Who knows. The boys themselves are only momentarily distressed by the incident and quickly move on to their normal routine of lying on the floor in a particularly casual way and of course, drinking from the sink. I'm actually not sure why I continue to fill and clean their water bowl. They walk right by it and glance over their shoulders in distain." You expect me to drink from a bowl, Big Cat? How laughable. The sink is the only true source for water!" They've now taken to leaping up immediately after I pour the remnants of my drink down the drain. They find the remaining ice cubes delicious. Maybe that's what's giving Rooney the upset stomach - leftover eggnog. As I left for work both boys were standing on the table looking through the front window stretched out like abnormally tall meerkats. Rooney turned to Rufus and murmured something. I'm just guessing but I think he said, "The Big Cat looks worried - good." xxx dad