We’ve recently added a few new members to the family. New kitten Winston McPirkl and his sister McKinley (my vote for Clementine for the 2nd kitten was overruled by the non-WWII buffs in the house) joined the family six weeks ago. I told Rita I felt like Brangelina adopting more kids for the nanny to take care of, but what the hell….there’s worse things than being raised by our petsitter(s).
As a direct result of our recent additions, Molly the wonderdog has blown up like a balloon. You see, when Molly Magoo is not busy eating the high-calorie kitten food, she is enjoying the all-you-can-eat-buffet of kittie roca from the litter box. [ewwwwww] For the first week the kittens were here, we kept thinking “wow, they are HUNGRY. Look how much food they are going through.” [mother of the year!] Then on Day 5 we caught Molly licking her lips with a pellet of the good stuff dangling from her whisker. Keep in mind, that this is the dog who has been on an all-veggie diet for the better part of a decade. She hasn’t had a “full-flavor” anything in about 7 years, (but we keep telling her that carrots are just as good).
To rein things in, we put the cat's food on the second floor of the kittie condo, where we thought it would be out of reach – only to find the little sausage ball could SOMEHOW get up there (every day for a week) and steal the kitten’s food. The old girl can't even walk around the block without heavy breathing and yet she’s a doggie Olympian in the high jump. Turns out Molly has a vertical leap that is exactly as high as the kitten food is from the ground.
So now the kitten food is on top of Rita's desk (did I mention she is out of town this week?). I am guessing that won’t be a permanent arrangement – and I’m not even sure if it’s enough. Pretty soon, those cats are going to have to ascend Mount Refrigeranjaro just to eat breakfast.
I don’t know why Magoo chases those little guys…they’re her meal ticket...literally.
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