Someone forgot to tell my cats…
An interesting thing has happened since we adopted Chester…a thing I’ve seen elsewhere in the world.
Evidently, Chester had it rough before he arrived in my bushes and was invited into our home.
Food was hard to come by…and he was always hungry.
That’s not a problem here…the cats eat better than I do.
That reality has yet to penetrate and overcome his past.
He has to eat all the time…anytime I get up out of the computer chair or out of bed at night, he thinks it’s time to eat.
If I don’t feed him, he wails in mourning, just as he wailed when he was in the bushes starving…this, despite the fact that he ate fifteen minutes before.
It gets tiresome, but love covers a multitude of sins.
The problem is that it’s had an odd effect on Miss Kitty.
She used to watch his wailing with a look of bemusement and irritation…she thought him a fool.
Since the wailing has continued, she’s beginning to wonder if he knows something she doesn’t…
Maybe she should be worried…
Maybe the food is running out…
Maybe she’s the fool…
Now, she’s wailing too.
Chester has wailed so long and so loudly about a crisis that doesn’t exist he’s convinced her the crisis is real.
Now, I have two wailing cats.
I get little sleep.
Thank God they can’t post to Facebook…we would have millions of cats wailing about a crisis that didn’t exist.
On the other hand,maybe they’d fit right in.
Never underestimate the power of one cat wailing…
Make your own application…