by James Wallace Harris, Wednesday, April 10, 2019
At noon today, I snuck into the kitchen hoping to eat my egg salad sandwich before I had to feed the kittens. I’m doing an intermittent fast, so I haven’t eaten in 16 hours. I had already fed the kittens once this morning. I reached into the cabinet to get a saucer, but it made the tiniest of clanking noises, and the kittens thundered into the kitchen from the back bedroom, slamming their little bodies against the dishwasher to break their dash.
I had to feed them first. Damn. And Susan thinks we can get them off of Fancy Feast and onto a steady diet of crunchies. Ha!
I quickly put down their food and made my sandwich, but before I could take two bites Lily was climbing my leg. She’s gone crazy for people food lately.
I was gobbling down my sandwich as fast as I could. Lily won’t take no for an answer.
She’s a very determined tiny little kitten. But as she got to my waist, she saw a whole new world of the kitchen countertops. We’ve been worried when they were going to discover the counters. They’re already climbing higher and higher on everything.
And then I saw she’s learned to do this:
No telling what is next.
If I’m found dead and the flesh is eaten off of me. Suspect the kittens.
6 thoughts on “Hope the Kittens Don’t Eat Me”
Pavlov would have something to say about the clinking saucer.
Lily is my kind of cat. Unfortunately, we are on pet overload here, or I would beg to raise her.
Kitties rule! 😀
If my kitties want to snack on me when I’m gone, I’m OK with it. I just wish one of them would relent in his ceaseless quest for people food.
I can’t eat in peace anymore when Lily is around. She just won’t give up. I either have to shut them up in the back of the house or go in the back myself.
I feel you. The yowling wears me down more than the sneak attacks on my dinner. Lily looks super cute though.