It's 3:10 pm, and my office phone rings. It's The Hubby, and he says that Angel and Chuck tell him that they had NOT received enough food today, and are starving to death! He even put Chucky on the phone, so I could hear his forlorn meows. The Hubby exclaims that the cats will
kill him in desperation, and he wanted to make sure that they were telling him the TRUTH.
You know how this is going to turn out! I say, "yes, I fed them AND gave them a bit extra at breakfast", but my words are drowned out by cat wails. In the end, I give him the okay to feed them NOW, just so I don't find a human corpse when I get home from work.
This scenario reminds me of a time long ago, when I could overhear a co-worker talking to his dog on the phone. His wife would call for a chat, then put the dog on. Back then, I rolled my eyes, and wondered how a grown person could find using the telephone to talk to their pet even remotely interesting! Now, it seems, I am doing the same thing, and darn it, I wish I could communicate with them even more. Someday, I'll get one of those cameras to watch the cats at home, while I am away. Guess I need two sets of cameras; inside and outside.
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| Chucky, waiting for his meal-ticket to arrive |
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Angel is pretending to be dainty,
before she murders The Hubby |