I’m sitting in the Toronto Pearson airport waiting for my connection to wing my way home to my kitties. I imagine them romping in the house, lounging in the sunshine, enjoying themselves thoroughly… but anticipating my arrival home with the same pleasure I have in the imagining.
I look at this photo and envision them waiting, patiently… and then I remember the truth about when this photo was taken.
They are waiting, but grudgingly. And they are waiting for me to get up and get breakfast and treats! And the next photos in the file I found this photo in indicate that the waiting turned into a grumble between the two of them which was only pacified by me getting up and making Rusty his breakfast.
(I’m going to work on exercising my patience and my imaginings rather than the truth <G>.)
A few moments ago Princess looked up from her snooze… just as the camera flash went off.
This was her reaction.
I got the message as she snorted too and then got even more tucked under her front paw.
Poor kitty – I likely interrupted her 23hours minimum sleep requirement (I’m just feeling testy right now as I have to catch a red-eye flight).
Before I left the room we cuddled and made up.
Princess used to distain food. Wasn’t interested in any of it – only ate as necessary to maintain her fighting trim beautiful self.
That is up to about a year ago. Suddenly she developed a taste for treats. She loves them so much that she will even allow unflattering photos to be taken while she is doing whatever it takes to acquire them.
I think she looks cute and her belly looks “pet-able” – I’m not sure she would appreciate the angle 😉