Totally my kind of “hang out” crew. . . ❤
It goes without saying that cats are particular…pretty much in every regard. They are incredibly discerning when it comes to food, for one thing.
Oh yes, as babies they ate their broccoli and snap peas – but nowadays its “no, no thank you. Call me when you have shrimp!”
We don’t even have to unwrap the seafood – the mere hint of fishy fragrance and I’m suddenly swarmed by furry black beasts. God forbid they grab a hold, it’s growl central… (Not that I can blame them – my husband makes a mean stirfry!)
I guess I can’t really complain, though – my boys’ nutrition is top-notch! They care about portions (that’s by default – Keku would gladly wolf down a blue whale, provided it smelled remotely edible.)
They also eat clean (also a function of mum, but a girl has to make sure her boys are fit and healthy so they can frolic to their hearts’ content without issue!) They love protein – egg whites, chicken, and shrimp are favorites – just like, you guessed it… Mum. ❤ Way to go, boys!
The only real trouble with it is that I go to sit down in my chair and there’s a cat in it, thinking it’s his seat for dinner…
Despite that this refers to only one day of the year (whereas I experience this around 2 am EVERY morning) I think this meme is adorable…
Without fail, by 2 in the morning I’ve been jumped on and mewed at. By both of our black cats. “MOM, I’m HUNGRYYYY!” would be a fair translation. If not that, it’s Keku saying “you DO know breakfast is coming up, right? I mean, I just want to make sure your don’t forget or anything…”
By 4 or 5 am they’ve been pushed to their limits so the second round of waking me up usually results in silencing the little ninjas…