Another late day, I'm well into overtime this week. My back and hip joints know, do not approve. D made sure to have food ready, specifically a rotisserie chicken from the local grocery store. Kept it in the oven, where it stayed warm.
When I got home, he met me at the car, and walked me in, me staggering a bit. Met by both cats, unique. After a few minutes we realized why. Oh, yeah, they know when there is good chicken to be had. As I wolfed down some, I had to portion out some to the feline contingent. Discouraging Eleanor from approaching too close to Moby with chicken, throwing morsels to her a bit apart.
After, I also had peas and rice, and the cats chased each other about without animosity, and a great deal of energy, as D and I watch old film noir. Mystery Street. Awfully good one. As mentioned in an episode of Leverage, which is also rather good.
Feeling nourished, amused, and cared for. Nothing else to want. Drugs, hugs and food.
4 comments:
how lovely to be nourished and loved. i, too, was fed after a long and snowy drive. be well.
There's nothing quite like good food to demonstrate love for someone. Your cats, I imagine, know that instinctively.....or they'd better!
pc,
At least it wasn't a snowy drive home for me. Not quite yet.
Tom,
I believe in Cat the words for food and love are the same. They know I love them because I feed them, they love me back because - food.
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