Tomorrow my parents are having a cookout. My mom said it was dad's deal. He is the one that is setting it up and inviting friends and family over. They want us to stay the night and camp out with Amy and Chris. I don't know if I wanna do that. I hate the thought of nobody being here at the house. I also worry about my cats. Who's gonna feed them? I have my cats so spoiled, they expect to be fed at night. Two to three time in the night with can cat food. I don't know anyone that feed their cats the way that I do. They're my babies. To illustrate; if someone had a newborn baby they would get up and feed it throughout the night. Usually when ever the baby demands it by crying. My cats get quite demanding about being fed too, like a baby.
Not all of my cats are demanding when it comes to being fed in the middle of the night. Most of them wouldn't care, but there is one in particular that I just can't say no to. Although he has gotten better about it. Voodoo wakes me up and I tell him. "No baby. Not right now. Lay down. Go to sleep." He then lays down beside me and takes a cat nap. It's a cat nap because not long after I get up to go to the bathroom anyway. (Every time I wake up I go.) That is when I feed him a can of cat food with the dry, along with any other cat that comes running. Sometimes they put Voodoo up to waking me in the middle of the night to be fed. Voodoo kneads my stomach to wake me up. This really hurts too. Feels as if someone is punching me over and over. Or he will take his head/face and pushes my arm up. I mean really lifts it up with his head/face. It gets my attention.
This is how it works. At 10:00 pm they get their supper meal with the wet and dry cat food mixed. Most of them show up for this at ten til'. Then sometimes at two o'clock in the morning. That is when the cats that didn't show for supper come in wanting to be fed. The ring leader is Voodoo. He usually shows up for all the meals. Especially the ones he demands. Then I feed them again anywhere from five to six in the morning. Depends on the time change, when I get up for work, and when I go to the bathroom. Of course there is a reason for the madness. Working at Sugar Creek has allot to do with it. We got home late every night. Try two in the morning. That was when we fed them. Then there was a time when Tom got up early for work. Five o'clock in the morning. The cats would get all excited and to make them happy and calm them down, they were fed. And yet another time when Tom came home from work at ten o'clock at night. Tom would have his supper and the cats would want theirs.
My cats also have an endless supply of dry cat food in their food dispenser. Not everyone eats it however. Or a few eat very little of it and the can cat food mixed with the dry cat food (in another bowl) becomes their main meal. They are even picky about what they like concerning that. Everyone has their likes and their dislikes when it come to the flavors. Another thing they are picky about is whom they eat with. Not every one likes to eat with every one. Some sit back and wait, while others wait long after the meal has been given. Such as Urza and Mirri. They eat together always. It is a Husband and Wife relationship after all. They wait until their children have had their fill and then it's their turn. Whenever the bowl is clear of cats. And in the end it all works out well. Until your invited over to camp out at your parents.
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