I’ve been feeding cats.
I know, you were hoping for a little porn on a sultry Sunday, but I will say, it was like having lunch with three hot, longshoremen, just with tails.
Buddy is the biggest…white and tan, 
like a furry spectator pump, with paws the size of soup spoons. You know what they say about a cat with big paws don’t you?
Then Smooch, 
who, rumor has it, was Morris’s stand-in, likes to crawl on your lap sniffing your, well…he’s subtle about it, I’ll say that for him.
And last but certainly not least, we have little Plato 
bringing up the rear not quite sure of his place at the table since Smooch thinks nothing of elbowing him, out of the way, stealing his share.
I had to have a stern talk with him about manners and letting the little guy go first, but he just went for my crotch again in protest.
I suppose one could think of worst things.
Men, they’re all the same. Food, sex, chasing balls, just not neccessarily in that order.
For the first time ever, I’m actually being paid to cat-sit, a revelation in itself. I walked Carmela the Bassett Hound, for a solid year, then Tallulah the Bishon, for another one, never for the money. There’s such a grace showing up for an animal who shows up for you, their affection front and center, perpetually purring on your behalf.
I brought a book over called, The Library Lion, to read to them. I know, Susannah, have you been drinking?
No, but I will say, they all sat in a row as if in a masterclass, blinking in all the right places, like when Library Lion naps in the stacks before helping the librarian restock, happy to just be in service.
What did you say Smooch? Reading really works up an appetite? Okay, I’ll tell you what…I’ll open one more can before I leave, and no, I don’t want to fool around.
Men!
🙂
SB
Awww, I bet they were the best listeners (when they weren’t eyeing up your crotch). Love the little guy.
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I am besotted with them, and they’re so affectionate. Purrs galore…just what a girl needs…:)
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That’s great that they were affectionate Sometimes my sitter never sees anyone but Morgan. Gracie would come out but we haven’t taken a trip since we got her.
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The first day they stayed under the bed. The second, they were at the front door lobbying for my attention. They are so cute, and funny…and hungry…like construction workers.
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Maybe their owners give them snacks during the day. My cats get at least 2 meals when I’m home. If I’m away, the sitter only comes once a day. Hazel is not good a rationing the food to last all day. When I come home she talks about being starved!
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Smooch must have a tapeworm. He just can’t stop eating.
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He’s just a big boy!
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You have no idea. He’s the Hulk of cats.
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Maybe the adage “morals of a tom cat” is well earned?
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He could be their spokes kitty that little furry glutton. 🙂
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Where do the kitties sleep, Susannah? When it was chilly, my monkey kitty started out under my comforter, next to my body. But I often woke up to her wrapped around my head like a fur hat.
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Their mother has a huge king size bed they occupy. She also had a dog they’re not too thrilled with so the bedroom is their domain. She takes the dog with her so they love having the run of the apt back. I get such a kick out of them. I Should pay them. 🙂
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I love this piece, Susannah. So quirky in your inimitable style. I love the image of you reading to them. 🙂
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Library Lion is a favorite book of mine. Talk about light reading. 🙂
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