How come the more delicious it is, the more it makes me vomit? How come the less interested in eating it, the better it makes me feel?

4 guests? For me? You are too kind. I’ll take the lap of this one. She smells nicest.

unsolicited welcome scoop up.

If I refuse to purr will he set me back down again faster?

They come in
coat covered with snow
it turns to indoor dew
sunk into wool
smelling like spring

She looks down.
I’ll give her forehead a sniff of benediction.

I want to lap up the world but thought I would have only the couch for company tonight.

At last they’ve come home. As he bends at the knees to sit I’m already mid-leap. The seating is cold but we’ll warm him up quickly enough.

It’s laundry day. Purrrrrrrrfectly hot soft human-fur-replacements.

While she answers the phone, I’ll bed down here.

lean your front legs straight back but head forward while trying to keep your nose away from the food, eat with your teeth as much as possible smacking and looking up often to show you are keen to see if better stuff will arrive. But eat to prove you are a desparately hungry kitty. Desparate enough to eat this which is clearly substandard.

cat class comic

They doled the “food”. As soon as the can’s lid released I knew it wouldn’t be good. A flashback to April 8, 2003. Bad superhairball day right after we tried that kind. A cat finds it hard to disassociate a food from that kind of whopper. Besides, it has such a mealy-fatty texture. No go.

Jane’s chest went up and down and me with it. (I was resting on her sleeping chest). The tom leaned over and said something to her but she barely stirred. I thought I’d contribute to the effort and licked her nose. That got her awake!

Food time – I trotted ahead, leaning the way to the kibble altar.