Thursday, January 10, 2013
Table For One
Hi everyone, Katie here.
"Table for one." Such lonely words for humans. In fact, Glogirly would rather wolf down her dinner in a to-go container from the comfort of her car than utter those three lonely words to the restaurant hostess. She says it takes confidence to eat alone...or at least a good book.
Not if you're a CAT. For me, eating alone is bliss. It's how life should be. And it's tantamount to survival, what with Waffles Too always horning in on my dish. The orange beast has no manners.
If he's not mounting me like a pro wrestler, (who can forget the infamous humping photo seen round the world?) he's twirling like a top around my dish. He knows he's not supposed to eat my food, but he's completely fascinated by it. Stupid kitten. Doesn't he know I'm eating the "diet" food? HE'S the one with the yummy high-calorie kitten kibble.
Thank Cod SOMEONE was thinking. In an effort to maintain peace, (and keep me from starvation) Glogirly has recently opened up the rooftop dining section of the Townhouse. Now Waffles Too is eating his food high atop the climbing tower. He can even watch Bird TV from his table. His table for ONE.