It was a dark and sleepy morning. I was in the kitchen dishing out the kitties' breakfast by nightlight: one can of wet food divided between the three of them. At first it was just a little treat to give them once in a while. Now it is mandatory.

I grabbed a can out of the pantry and opened it. Good, no bits or chunks in it. They don't like bits or chunks.

Three little expectant faces as I dish out the glop and put it on the floor. I continue on with my routine of emptying the dishwasher and getting breakfast and lunch for hubby and son. I glance at the cats. Hmm all three are sitting next to untouched dishes and looking at me. I ignore them and continue on.

"Mom," Dorrie says, "we can't eat this."
"I think it's made from something nasty," says Lucy with an experimental sniff.
"Give us something else," Shinobu whines, "this is gross".

I continued to ignore them, figuring they would eat it eventually. They formed a semi-circle around my feet.

"Give us a better breakfast," they sang.
"You have breakfast," I said and continued with my work.

The three of them got on the counter and looked me in the eyes.

"Mom," protested Shinobu "it's purple."
"You know we don't eat purple food," said Lucy.
"Give us something tasty," said Dorrie.

I looked at the food. It was kinda purple and nasty looking. I took the can out of the trash. It was some strange off brand I never buy. How odd. Must have grabbed the can with the others and not realised it. I had to concede their point.

So the offending cat food was thrown away and a more acceptable food was dished out. They delicately inhaled it. After much washing the three girls went into the bedroom for their traditional morning snooze.

I'm impressed. They've never agreed on anything before.

Copyright © Hazel Az
March 13, 2000