Hungry Cats
My work at the West Campus Learning Center at our local community college has me finishing up each day at 7 p.m. Since I usually feed our cats in the evenings, they've started congregating at the front door around then, greeting me with vociferous demands that they be fed immediately. I resist following orders, especially from the non-human members of our household, partly out of principle and partly out of the certainty that if I ever start there will never be an end to it. In fact, having arrived home less than an hour ago, I have cats sitting outside my bedroom door at this moment, wailing their dismay at my decision to write this post before feeding them.
The cats' impassioned pleas for food have become something of a joke in our house, so tonight I was greeted not only by them, but by an email from my husband, containing only a JPEG created by one of our boys:
The cats' impassioned pleas for food have become something of a joke in our house, so tonight I was greeted not only by them, but by an email from my husband, containing only a JPEG created by one of our boys: