Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Well, what did I expect?

It's feeding time at the zoo.

I crouch down to lay Ketzel's bowl of high protein wet food on the tray that keeps stray morsels from populating the floor more than they already do. I stroke her silky soft fur until she has settled into daintily snarfing down her dinner.

I rise to leave for my next stop - feeding Marko down in the dungeon, his chosen domicile. The two-state solution continues.

"Good girl," I say.

She ignores me.

Nothing submissive about my pretty little girl.
But then, she is a cat.

PS - I'm starting to get better. Slowly but definitely. Unfortunately, I fear that Daddy may have it now, but given that it hit him nearly a week after he last visited I can be reassured that he didn't get it from me. Get well, Daddy!


Paul said...

OG, I'm glad to hear that you are feeling better.
Take it easy until you are fully recovered.
Love aqnd warm hugs,

Liras said...

Glad you are getting better. And I like your new Twitter background.