Cat Food

If the cats can eat my food, why can’t I eat theirs? Chaz and Leo are quick to seize the remnants of my peas, carrots, and chicken breasts (which I kindly place on the floor for them to enjoy). But whenever I head for their food dishes, Mom pulls me away and tells me, “No, Cooper…. cat food is for cats.” I mean, c’mon, let’s not get greedy here. Can’t we share? And their dishes are in the perfect location for a quick little nibble, an afternoon snack, or a little somethin' to settle the stomach after a big dinner.

But I have a secret to share with you. Dad doesn’t know it but I have eaten cat food and to be honest with you, I prefer chicken over the tuna variety. Mmmmm tasty.

2'-8"

Some would say that I am on the short side of the height spectrum. Standing only 2’-8” tall, I see a different side of the world than most people. I see the dust that collects under Mom’s buffet table, I see the dust bunnies that live under the couch and arm chair, and I have become rather intimate with those little spring-like things that protect the baseboards from the ever-opening doors.

You would be amazed at all the wonderful things you can experience from a 32” perspective. For instance, those spring-like things on the baseboards are pretty cool. If you pull them back so they are parallel with the wall plane, they’ll vibrate back-and-forth and settle back in place after several vibrations. And you can do it again, and again, and again. Yes, it’s pretty darn cool.