Mom woke up this morning and we didn't have any cat food in the house. Now those of you who don't have kitties may not understand what this means, and the terror that could ensue.
My cat buddies are SERIOUS about their morning can. They've just gotta have it, and if there is nothing in the house well then mom better run down to the store IMMEDIATELY to rectify the situation. This has happened in the past, and I agree with mom that it's best to just get the kitties what they want and no one will get hurt.
But then she had a revelation, one that literally saved the day.
The last time that dad was in Austria, he brought back two packets of Austrian cat food for the kitties... and we still had 'em!!!
Kafka (the orange tabby) and Behemoth (the grey and white spotted guy) inspected the packages for quality control. Kafka is the biggest cat, so it was important that he gave his OK.
Sekhmet (the all-black girlie) purred her approval...
Aeon (the brown tabby) needed little convincing to try to tear open the packet herself...
Whew - crisis averted.
I've spent the last few days at Mareike's house - the gal that has my 3 favorite Dales - and it's been a BLAST. Supposedly we're there because dad is working - ok, he's doing some gardening and pulling down trees, but I'm working too - I'm doing some stick rearrangement (especially when he gets them all bundled together, I like to arrange them more to my taste), some digging (ok, I'm mostly refilling holes that he's made but what does he know about digging holes?) and the occasional cheeseburger (mmm, cheeseburger). No photos of course, I don't think that dad even remembered to bring the camera over. Ah well.
Oh, and today is MOM'S BIRTHDAY!!! BIG AIRE KISSES for the coolest mom!!!