I awoke this morning to a rather loud crash. I knew immediately what it was. If I don't spring out of bed when the boys start scratching on my bedroom door Rufus pushes the giant vase filled with dried flowers over. This never fails to awaken the Big Cat.
And so the day begins. The boys thrive on routine. And when that routine is broken chaos ensues. For instance, they have been trained to expect food when I enter the house - this is our weekday schedule. I return from work with the mail in hand and they swarm me they're so hungry which sometimes results in mail on the floor of the hallway. But on the weekend I may go in and out of the front door many times - and every time I re-enter Casa Big Cat they feel I should give them a can of Miss Mew Tuna Pate.
This isn't happening I tell them. Why Big Cat why!! Ideally they would prefer every day to be consistent. If this means they get 12 cans of food Saturday and Sunday this would be perfectly OK with the boys. Also when I'm around the house on the weekend I'm disturbing their schedule. Sometimes I interrupt them just in the middle of destroying something - the nerve of that Big Cat!!
Why isn't he at work? The slacker! We cats have pottery to reduce to shards and leather chairs to put thousands of tiny pin holes in.
And all he does is read the paper. And not feed us. Almost forgot that. I sense the boys have little respect for their leader. xxx dad
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