It was half past eleven last night. The kitchen was all cleaned up. I had the cat hugging my feet. Anyone could draw the conclusion that he needed food. His bowl was empty, so was the grocery cupboard. Oh no, I thought, with all the Christmas hype we forgot to stock up the cupboards.
I scratched around for who knows what. Like the cat would eat baked beans. Hey there is a first for everything. So I was on my knees, staring into the grocery cupboard and hoping that a can of tuna will appear with the blink of an eye. Nothing. The cat was getting all excited. (He hasn’t got a name by the way, to us he is just Cat fullstop.)
Then I realised that he is like one of my children. I would not be able to sleep if the kitty did not have food. I walked down the coridor to fetch my car keys. A little voice told me to have another look in the cupboard. I sighed, because I always listen to that little voice with good meaning. I am in tune with my feelings and hey I did not ask for it, that is how it is.
So I found the magical emergency can of tuna behind all the other cans of tinned food. By then kitty was super excited.
12 0’clock when the baby woke me up Cat was all snuggled up at my feet.
What a life.
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