Breakfast

A typical conversation at the Connor residence:

Me: Could you fix me breakfast?
Either cat: [blank stare]
Me: It’s your day to fix breakfast.
Either cat: [blank stare]
Me: And don’t get cat fur in it this time.
Either cat: [rubs against leg]
Me: Why do I feed you?
Either cat: Mew!

3 Responses to Breakfast

  1. Tracee says:

    My cats are the same way!

  2. John 13th, 2002 says:

    I like to put the cats in a pillowcase, and then carry them around slung over my shoulder singing songs about how bad they are. In reality it is I who am bad.

  3. jocelyn says:

    you mean they actually *wait* to demand food? Annie took to nipping my hand for attention yesterday… I’m not sure how happy I am about that development. :/

    *loves her baby anyway*