Thursday, October 15, 2015

The All Night Kitty Buffet!


I'm ba-ack! Lilybits, not large,
but in charge (as usual).
Living here with my absent-minded writer mom and engineer dad has its perks. Like the night before last, Mom was feeding me a snack and she was distracted. Why? Because she had forgotten to put the sheets in the dryer earlier in the day, she was just running to get them out of the dryer at the end of the day, and rushing upstairs to make the bed. In the process she forgot to put away my wet food and left a can open on the counter in the kitchen. I discussed the reason for such forgetfulness in my previous post concerning MFADD.

Come closer and let me tell you a little secret: I’m not supposed to walk on the counter, but just between you and me, I do when Mom and Dad aren’t around. You won’t tell, will you?

BEST. NIGHT. EVER. I had the all night kitty buffet going. I mean I couldn’t believe it. I’d jump up on the kitchen island, look around, then I’d take a nibble from the can. If I wanted something crunchy, I’d go over to my dish for a few pieces of kibble and then back to the wet food. Then, when I’d had my fill for a time, I went upstairs and snuggled down between mom and dad—hee hee—without their knowing a thing.


Then, yesterday morning, Dad came downstairs first and blew my cover. Before I knew it, the contents of the can were absconded and the party was over. I noticed Mom didn’t give me a midnight snack last night. I need to perfect my whining and distraction techniques, so I can figure out how to get another all night kitty buffet again, soon!

Mmm . . . Mom's dinner looks good.
Then again, when everybody writes me in on their ballot and I’m elected president, I understand I can have an all night kitty buffet every night!

Tweet this: Lilybits says, "I have a secret to share. You won't
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4 comments :

  1. Awwww, Lilybits, I love all night buffets! NOM!

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    1. Me too, Karla! Lilybits sure appreciates your stopping by
      and sends purr and paw waves to Jakearoo, Spook, and
      Janelle.

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  2. Lilybits, you've done it again: made me smile big time! Did I ever share the story of you when our only boy cat, Higgins, was a little tyke. His dad and me heard a distinct plop one evening, and since by that time Mr. H was out 3rd cat, it was safe to assume that H had taken a stroll on the counter. But the poor guy was just a kitten--maybe 2 or 3 months old. The next morning we found him curled up between us in bed with a busted tail that drooped. The vet said to keep an eye on the tail because it may have to… well, as you know, go where broken tails go. But alas, our little guy who must have been playing Super Man and leaping off the counter, climbing back on, and leaping off, had a delightful surprise when his tail became stronger and he regained control of it.

    I'm so looking forward to seeing you next week Lilybits, tail or no tail, you're precious.

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    1. Lilybits says: I'm very happy for Higgins he was able to
      keep his tail. I do miss mine sometimes.

      Mom and I are looking forward to seeing you too, Miss Elaine.
      She made me promise not to hiss or lightly bite you when
      you try to pet me. She reassured me you are very kind and
      a big fan of cats. I can be a bit reserved.

      Kathy says: I'm not sure how good her promises are. ;) We'll see.
      Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving a comment.
      See you soon!

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