The cat food bag at 5:00 a.m.
The cats got me up at 5:00 a.m. to feed them like they do every morning; however, when I opened the bag to get their food, the bag was empty, except for six kibbles, which was one kibble short of the clowder swarming around my feet. Oops! I forgot to drop by the store on the way home from work last night to get kitty food.
Silver: “Don’t give me any of your cockamamie malarkey about ‘Let them eat tomatoes!’, which is pronounced toemahtoes, BTW, pathetic Paparazzo, because it ain’t going to stinking happen!”
Gwendolyn: “YOU STINKING, PATHETHEIC, LAME BRAINED, PREHISTORIC POPARAZZO!!!! Knuckle dragging, sorry excuse of a silver-haired Sasquatch. You irresponsible, long-haired redneck rascal! I can’t BELIEVE you FORGOT to stop by the store to get us kitty food on your way home from work. It’s been like over 12 hours since we’ve eaten! That’s like 12 years for our kitty stomachs. Now you listen to me, and you listen good, PAPARAZZO!!! You get in your stinking little sports car, and you stinking speed to that stinking store as soon as it opens and get us some STINKING KITTY FOOD! UNDERSTOOD?
Meanwhile, back in bed, I slept in until 6:30 a.m. because it was 27º F (-2.8º C) when the cats got me up at five to fail at feeding them. When Jake and I left for our walk at 7:00 a.m. the temperature had dropped another degree.
Geese in the mist again
Sun streaks in the mist
Sunrise in the mist
After I got back from the store and fed the cats, I worked on winterizing the outdoor kitchen and the irrigation system.
Glenda: “I forgive you, forgetful Paparazzo!”
Content cats
Loki and I sitting in front of the fire doing Duolingo.
Cranes flew by at sunset
A touch of pink
You failed to get them good and they let you live? Wow, a perfect example of the difference between kitties and poodles!!!
Food, not good
They are letting you off with a warning, also. “Good” is almost as bad as tomatoes in their kitty minds! I explained it was like cat-like typing. They still think it’s pretty Effed up hitting a “g” instead of an “f” on something as important as food.
They were ready to kill me, but I explained that if they killed me, then I couldn’t go to the store and get them food. They let me off with a warning.
See right there, there is no logical reasoning with a poodle
One advantage to cats.
The temp DROPPED?? Here, it was 88 today. At 11:30pm, it’s 74.
I know that empty cat food bag feeling!! Here, there’s plenty of stray kibble on the floors (Oro kicks it everywhere), but they act like that’s poison. I gather it up and feed the outdoors cats.
Great pics, as always.
Much warmer than us. Our kitties get kibble on the floor and get desperate enough to eat it. Thanks, Leenda.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Exactly. Thanks, Couriers.
Oh even more dears.. Boy are you in trouble now!
They have forgiven me, not that I got them more food. Thanks, Shey.
glad to hear they did that TImothy.
Living together with hungry cats is a very, very dangerous situation… 😾
Tell me about it. Thanks, Herman.
Your kitties are very creative with their insults!!
That they are. Thanks, Derrycats.
After that tongue-lashing, I’ll bet you never forget to buy cat food again!!
Me thinks I won’t. Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
Oh my, a very not fun few hours for you all 😱
I get no slack from those silly cats. Thanks, Robbie.
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27º F is significantly colder than we are at 7,000 feet! ________________________________
It was 26 when we left for our walk. It might have dropped a bit more. It was only 32 this morning. Thanks, Joe.
Oh my! I haven’t forgoten the food in a long time, that is a sin I don’t think they would forgive me for! Stay warm!
Thanks, Tiffany. It’s dangerous to forget cat food.
You’re going to have to make it up to them. Lots of treats, pets and whatever they want, that’s for sure. Although, Loki seems t have forgiven you. All beautful photos.
A few squeezee treats helped. Thanks, Gigi.
Uhoh……you certainly got your share of “what the —-!” when the cats arrived for their meal – good thing you had some treats to keep them calm.
Pam and Teddy
Gwendolyn always speaks her mind and reminds il paparazzo of his inadequacies. Thanks, Pam.
LOL… The cats are a riot. xx
Thanks for the beauty!
You are welcome, Resa.
Your cats have a remarkable vocabulary.
They are verbose! Thanks, Geoff.
My cat would’ve slapped me from here to Sunday!
They were contemplating it. Thanks, Dawn.