Boo slept through the night.
No yowling, hissing, growling, crying, chirps or caterwauling every 2 hours last night, so she can get fed.
No playing soccer with the pens, forks, plastic tape dispensers and other noisy items that we inadvertently forget to put away, and she knocks to the wooden floors to play with most nights.
And more importantly – no “jimmy legs” (a.k.a. “restless leg syndrome”) keeping me thrashing about in bed last night.
The Princess and I actually got to sleep like babies last night, and are feeling grand this morning; feeling just grand, don’t ‘cha know?
“Right,” I’m suspiciously mumbling to myself.
Usually, I’m greeted by a yowling, tenacious, hungry Boo-Boo Kitty, as soon as she hears my feet hit the floor.
Today, though, I notice she’s nowhere near me and is actually quite contently sitting on the couch smugly licking her fat belly and paws.
I’m not totally awake yet, but awake enough to know that “something’s not copasetic” with this cat, when I notice a slice of turkey meat, surreptitiously sticking out from the side of her cat dish.
I look on the counter, and notice that when I went to bed last night, I inadvertently left-out the pound of sliced turkey, that I bought for the Princess’s lunches.
Cavola! (Holy crap!)
No wonder we slept through the night.
She fed herself!
Boo was chowing down on the expensive sliced turkey that I bought special for the Princess and we slept through her entire feast.
There’s only 4 slices left and the Princess already had her lunch made before she went to bed.
So, either the Princess made a sandwich with a pound of sliced turkey in it, or this little bugger of a cat, licking her belly and paws, ate it!
Oh well, at least she quietly took the slices out of the package and left 4 for the Princess.
What can I say? She’s a considerate cat!
Looks to me like she even used her cat dish to eat it in.
Who says cats aren’t discerning??
My little Boo Boo Kitty has class, which is more than I can say for her sister, Molly, who drinks with her PAWS!
It disgusts Boo and me, but like my 99 year old Aunt Molly always likes to say, “Cazzo! What ‘cha gonna do?”
I’ve got to go shopping, again, and stock up on more turkey meat, so I don’t hear any caterwauling or yowling from the Princess, when she sees she’s out of sandwich meat.
Have a grand day today, People!
Catch ya next time, looking at life from my shoes.