well, i learned a lesson this morning. and since i probably won't remember it a week from now, i thought i'd share it with you. and then maybe periodically someone can help remind me of the pitfalls of eating too quickly, then romping around shortly after.
it all started last night, when i inadvertently skipped dinner. i believe i had a little snack in the late afternoon, then i went to my window to watch all the christmas lights, while my people-roommates watched tv. punch was napping on the loveseat, where i usually like to nap at this time of day. but i digress.
i ended up grooming myself for an extra long time, as there was a knot in my fur, caused by - well, caused by my extra fluffy self, i suppose. though i have a nice shiny coat, it just happens from time to time. after grooming myself, i decided to curl up on the dresser and go to sleep, since my spot on the loveseat was occupied. and so i forgot to eat before going to bed, and punch must have finished off the remains of the food bowl - because when i woke in the middle of the night, it was empty.
but i didn't fret. i'm a tough cat, and figured i could just wait until morning. certainly there was plenty of things that needed to get done, i barely had time to eat anyway. between redecorating the christmas tree again
, attempting to extricate my fish from his bowl, and arranging eric's sock drawer, who has time for cat food? oh, and i was playing with a cane-shaped object with red and white stripes on it. i think it "fell" off the tree at some point, and it was fun to play with.
tonight was one of those nights that punch and i were on different schedules, so i was pretty much on my own for these activities. i was going to log in and post on my blog, but eric forgot to leave the computer room open for me. and i can't reach the doorknob. maybe in a few years when i am taller. even then i think i might need a stool.
so where was i? oh yes - well, melissa woke up shortly after the sun did, and i let her know that the food bowl was empty. it was about this time that punch stirred from his slumber, awakened by our noise. we raced to the food bowl, and melissa took the hint, and filled it. i was so hungry! i gobbled up some cat food, then punch wanted to play fight. we chased each other around for a few minutes, and i ended up under the christmas tree, where punch couldn't get me. ha! then i went back into the bedroom, to watch the morning birds from the window sill behind the bed.
however, i think i ate too quickly. that, combined with the romping, made me feel a little queasy. i thought i could make it to the litter box in time, but as i began to climb down from the window sill, i knew i wasn't going to make it. and so it happened that the cat food i had waited for so long, was not going to stay with me after all.
as i considered the irony of the situation, i saw a look of disapproval from melissa, as she went to fetch the paper towels and clean up the mess. i guess she wasn't too mad, though - i did get some extra petting, since they wanted me to feel better. and it worked - the petting felt sooooooo good on my fuzzy head, and i nuzzled right up to her, and she worked her way down toward my tail.
in closing, i offer this bit of advice to cats everywhere: if you can't plan your schedule around the food bowl, at least make sure you take it easy after eating, so this little mishap doesn't happen to you.