Last night I came in from work and to the Fabulous Furballs this means just one thing- FOOD! The pair of them can go from comatose to high speed in a nanosecond through they'll never come close to Fugazi (Rainbow Bridge) who was known to be able to run for the kitchen and commence eating and only wake up by the third mouthful.

So there I am in our narrow kitchen, listening to the chorus that suggests they haven't seen food for a month and I reached for the kibble bag, dodging Sarsi who takes this moment to weave around under my feet and also went to turn the microwave on- cats first then Hoomins. Alas as I did that I knocked the lid off the steamer and had to dive for it because if it goes down the side of the cooker it's a job to get it out.

Of course this action causes a large-ish quantity of kibble to fly out of the bag and go all over the floor.

The Furballs looked at each other and I could almost read their thoughts "We're not supposed to have that much food, she'll put it back. QUICK!!"

I got the impression that a swarm of piranha's had invaded my kitchen!!! They went mad for it, diving about the place, foraging for their dinner. I think they enjoyed hunting down the kibble rather than having it all in one place

My kitchen floor looks cleaner as well...must be kitty dribbles...

Copyright © Lesley Madigan
September 6, 2006