Saturday, January 4, 2014

The waiting is the hardest part

We've all eaten our breakfast and mom has opened the door to Smidgen's dining room so I can go in and lick her plate clean she can come out.
 
Except Smidgen isn't moving!
 
 
You hafta understand that I won't just jump up on the counter if I want to get to the dish.  I make my climb by way of the toilet seat first.  To do that, I hafta go past Smidgen, and, well, that isn't something I care to do.  Not that I'm scared or anything...it's just, you know, one of those things.
 
So I'm just going to sit here in the hallway and wait...
 
 
...and wait...
 
It's been over a squillion hours an hour and she's still there!
 
come on, Smidgie, move already!
 
*********
 
Wait...
hang on...
could it be...
 
 
Yes!
 
Finally!
 
 
Seriously!
We were all done eating by 7 a.m. and I had to wait, sitting in the hall way the whole time, until 9:30 before Smidgen would get out of the way!
 
sheesh!

7 comments:

  1. My human always feeds me in the cat tree. If Binga is there - she moves her! That's what I call service.

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  2. Our peeps don't let us eat leftovers. If we don't eat it, it's out of there. Too bad you had to wait so long for yours though.

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  3. Oh so sorry you have to wait to eat... next time ask Mum if you can eat elsewhere since Smidgen is blocking your path...
    Purrs.
    Miss Kitty & Sisters

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  4. We're surprised you didn't pass out from starvation.

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  5. Dang, that is a lot of waiting!!!

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  6. Maybe you should post a schedule on the fridge for everyone!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  7. Tom Petty would be pleased that somebody finally figured out the TRUE meaning to the lyrics!

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