Children

Just a snapshot of the domestic scene tonight.

We're feeding the cats. First, this means segregating them by food and habits. Two cats are put in separate sections of the bathroom. One because she tends to push cats off their plates and munch their food while her plate is more than full. One because she doesn't eat if there are any distractions what so ever. Then, another goes into the laundry room because he gets special prescription food and won't eat it if there is anything else available. The one with toes eats on the counter. The exotic one eats on the table. (yes, I know - non-cat people/monkeys are "eeeuuuwwing" in disgust - but this is exactly why we invest heavily in clorox wipes - I promise.) Then, the baby runs laps around the kitchen while food is being dished out.

The one in the laundry room gets his food first -- then the one with thumbs, then the exotic one. The baby is next and then the cats in the loo. It's fairly orderly. Until the exotic one decides that "this sucks - I want something else." So the Phenom goes and gets the cheap, grocery store food we feed the outside free-loaders to give her a "treat." (All the cats eat fancy, smancy vet hocked food and thus think the stuff from the grocery is the most wonderful treat ever. It makes the head count easy - we toss a handful of the outside catfood down, and they all come running.) But, tonight, when the one with thumbs and the baby hear that treat is being given, they stop eating their food and start begging for treat.

It's like having a bunch of children - they think one is getting candy, and no one is finishing their supper until they get some too. Gees, I just read over this post. I need to drink more.