We take it in turns getting up first in the morning. This means that on alternate days you get an extra 20 minutes in the warmth. Whoever gets up first takes the bread out of the bread maker (there’s nothing nicer than waking up to the smell of freshly baked bread) and puts the cats outside. The latter is important as it means that Tori can go and spray around the garden, which spares the curtains and upholstery.
When we’ve had breakfast we then spend ten minutes calling him back in again before leaving for work. For a while now he’s taken a while to come home and I’ve suspected that he might be eating elsewhere. This suspicion was given weight when he came home one day and sicked up a pile of tomatoes. I don’t feed him tomatoes and really, who would feed a cat tomatoes? So I shrugged it off until this morning when the evidence could no longer be hidden. The traitorous little philanderer came home with a smug smile and mouth full of cat food. To be continued.
I know that feeling, my cat (meatball) used to come home with cooked sausages and once she even brought back a steaming lamb chop! I’m sure she’d stolen it from some poor neighbours dinner plate!