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Let me explain our eating situation.
Blondie’s dish is on one side of the refrigerator.  The
water dish is right behind her against the wall. And, right above the
water dish is a shelf where our BFC keeps our food. My food dish is on
the other side of the refrigerator, right near the door to my old nursery.
Punkie’s dish is on top of the washing machine.
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(Yes, there’s a story behind Punkie’s dish.
It was before my time, but it seems the nice vet lady
said Blondie had a weight problem. I’m trying real hard not to snicker—my
BFC’s cousin in Arizona summed up Blondie’s build perfectly—she’s full
figured. Anyway, the nice vet lady had our BMC and BFC put Blondie on
a diet. She had special food that they had to get from the vet lady. The
problem, the way I hear it, was to keep Blondie from eating Punkie’s food.
So, our BMC and BFC realized that because of her weight, Blondie’s not
a jumper...I can attest to that...she only goes as high as the bed or
windowsill. Anyway, they started putting Punkie’s dish on top of the washing
machine and there it still remains. End of story.) |
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MY food dish (the actual center of
the Universe)
Latitude 41.90, Longitude -87.63.
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So...that’s the dish placement. Currently,
the nice vet lady said we could all eat the same food. It’s just plain,
ordinary light food. Usually, no, I’ll say always, in the morning, Blondie’s
dish is empty. Blondie can usually be found laying against our BFC’s legs
in bed. In this way, Blondie’s always alerted to the moment when our BFC
wakes up. When our BFC gets up, she always goes into the bathroom first
and Blondie goes with her.
Then our BFC goes to the kitchen and immediately puts a scoop of food
in Blondie’s dish. Sometimes, Blondie starts eating right away, but sometimes
she waits while our BFC fills Punkie’s dish and lastly my dish. Then,
Blondie will eat.
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I think Blondie just likes to make sure that
our BFC knows the routine, but secretly, I think Blondie just wants to
make sure that everyone gets some food in their dish. I think she thinks
Punkie and I won’t have to eat out of her dish then. Punkie very seldom
eats out of Blondie’s dish, but Punkie does eat from my dish sometimes.
But that’s okay ’cause I sometimes eat out of Punkie’s dish. But...now
you all have to promise you won’t tell Blondie (though, I think she’s
caught on),
Should I or
shouldn’t I...
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but I eat out of Blondie’s dish a lot. It’s
just that her dish is right there when you come down the hall into the
kitchen. You know, when you’re starving, sometimes you just can’t even
make it to the other side of the refrigerator. |
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 I’m
the last one to take my morning nap. After she eats in the morning, Blondie
immediately retires to the front of the space heater in the dining room—she
usually doesn’t budge until lunch time. (Guess what??? Blondie snores!
She claims she doesn’t.)
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Punkie, on the other paw, hangs out on the
pillows in one of the front windows. She likes to watch the birds and
squirrels in the tree in front of our building. Then, she usually settles
down for her nap. |
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Me, I don’t know what it is,
but I can’t sleep right away. Maybe I just have too much energy. My BFC
says I’m afraid I’m going to miss something. Maybe she’s right. Who knows???
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When I do finally get pooped, I like sleeping
behind the space heater...it’s toasty. At night, I like sleeping with
my BMC. He’s got a nice hairy arm that makes a good pillow and he’s pretty
toasty, too. Sometimes, I like to go under the bed and ambush anyone who
walks by. During the day, I do like sleeping in my BFC’s lap when she’s
working on the computer or on the sofa next to the desk so I can make
sure she’s really working! |
Once
in a while, my BMC and BFC open a can of tuna fish. Punkie goes nuts.
I’m not sure why. The whole time they mess with this tuna fish...you know,
Big Cat stuff, mixing in mayo and spreading it on bread stuff...well,
that whole time, Punkie whines and tries real hard to stick her head in
the bowl. I don’t get it, and I still don’t when Punkie knocks over the
garbage can in the middle of the night to get the can out. She licks that
can dry. Punkie’s 
definitely
got the brains in the family and usually it pays off big time to watch
what she’s doing, but this time...I don’t know...I guess I just don’t
share her palate for Big Cats’ food! 
Finally I got past that foam stuff
down to the bare wood.