Jul

I’d Starve in the Morning if it Weren’t For My Cat

Yes, I would most assuredly starve in the morning if it weren’t for my “little buddy”, Dingo. One of our 3 cats that became my bosom buddy when he first arrived. He’s even more my bosom buddy during the mornings I work when I have my usual bowl of cereal (Honey Nut Cheerios) while sitting in front of my PC checking up on all things bloggish in nature.

As you might guess from your own experience, I have a tendency to become “lost in the blogoshpere” and finally returning to reality at hand only to find my bowel of cereal has returned to the original mush it once was during it’s manufacturing. No more though, not with my “little buddy” around. He has gotten into the habit of sitting quietly by my right side, measuring my frequency of eating IE; the wait period between shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth. If this period of time goes on too long then Dingo reminds me by rearing up, putting one paw on my leg and then tapping my elbow until I come out of my trance enough to shove another spoonful of breakfast into my face. Then he’ll sit back, blinks his eye’s at me the way cats do when they smile at you, as if to say “That’s a good boy. Eat it all up now”.

Of course the ultimate purpose of his morning compassion and companionship is to get what’s left of the milk at the bottom of the bowl but at least he pretends he actually cares about my health and welfare while he’s at it.

So now that I’ve eaten a proper breakfast and my “little buddy” has had his just rewards for his constant vigilance of my well being, he has wandered off to do whatever he does during the day (sleeping, so he can raise hell at night) and I shall proceed to wander off to work to do what I do during the work day (not sleeping, that’s for sure).

I wonder if any other folks have “breakfast buddies” like mine? Any mealtime buddies for that matter.

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