January 10, 2007

CATS ON TUESDAY

Different attitudes to Eating Dinner


It was dark inside when I came home from work Monday afternoon. Sometimes I arrive before Anna. That was also the fact this Monday. The rule is simple: First home, serve the dinner for the Cats (Rosa and Felicia) While changing to more comfy dressing, I heard the noise from the Kitchen. Like someone cracking Nuts. No thiefs, no craftsmen. Only Rosa, by this sound, telling me: Hurry up you big man, and melt the pollock ASAP. I filled up the sink with hot water and found the frozen piece of white fish. Droped it in the hot water and started the timer (16 minutes). Rosa jumped to a higher level to control everything was OK.
That would be a good photo of her, I thought and picked up my tiny camera from my shirt-pocket. Rosa is of course much faster than the camera. You see her tail down left.

Pip-pip-pip-pip said the Alarmclock on the Fridgedoor. Then Felicia came running. Sitting exactly where the fish-bowls allways are put down on the floor.

I sat two bowls beside the sink and begun pilling the Fish apart, equally to each of our managers. Then Rosa lost her patient, and jumped up to the bowls. Same procedure every day.

And Felicia, as allways, just sat unmovable.

Fish is served.


Finally time for a nap Rosa figured out. But where? I try this blanket.

And another nap another place only minutes after.