I went to bed early last night, the cares of the world and the care of this blog having sent my blood pressure into a place it ought not be.
Too much worry and too much stress had taken it’s toll.
I prayed a brief prayer and then escaped from it all under an electric blanket.
Evidently (the evidence would be an empty bowl) I had neglected to completely fill Miss Kitty’s food dish before I retired for the evening.
Thus, for three solid hours beginning at 4:30 AM, she sought my intervention to remedy this matter.
She got up on the bed, she got as close as possible, and she yowled.
Every time I changed positions, fluffed my pillow, or otherwise showed a sign of life she would yowl,then jump down to her bowl.
I stayed in bed.
She would then jump back up on the bed, get next to me, and wait for me to move again.
Over and over again.
She did so for three hours… which to a hungry cat is like three days, or three years, or some very long measurement of cat time.
Her persistence was amazing.
She did not make her need known and fall asleep.
She did not go to the neighbors and tell them her need.
She did not attempt to find and open a pouch of Whiskas on her own.
She knew who her provider is and she would petition him until her need was met or the need would not be met.
She knew her provider better than that.
She has been fed here before, she would be fed here again, and she wasn’t leaving me alone until she was fed now.
When I decided to open my eyes she placed her full weight on her front paws on my face and let forth a howl that said she’d been waiting long enough.
I agreed…and got up and gave her what she needed.
For her persistence, I even sprinkled some cat treats on her food.
Oddly enough, after gobbling it all down, she still yowled.
She wanted some lap time too.
She got it.
I’ll make sure the dish is full tonight.
Make your own application…