We’ve been working crazy hours this week. We scream home as fast as we can so that we can try to give James some quality time, before getting back to work, then squeeze in some sleep. The cats are bearing the burden of our inability to effectively work-life balance.
We got a little low on cat food earlier in the week, and I couldn’t get it together enough to remember to buy them food. Naturally, they ran out of food completely. I gave them deli-sliced turkey thinking that they’d fall all over themselves with gratitude for getting such a nice treat. They gave me very confused looks, pushed the meat around without eating it, then stomped huffily away. Later in the evening I saw them hunting moths out of desperation. They took breaks to cast murderous glares through the front window.
Naturally, Boy and Girl Cat (they’ve been renamed again) were ravenously hungry the next morning. More turkey was not in order so I thought that something that resembled cat food more closely might go over better. Something cat-bite sized and crunchy perhaps? Well take note everyone, cats do not, I repeat, DO NOT like Cheerios.