Adrian C. Sinnott's Traveling Sketches

One of our cats hates the weekends. That’s because, during the week, she gets something to eat at about 5:30 a.m. On Saturday or Sunday, she has to wait until 8:30 or 9. She expresses her displeasure with an initial tap on the nose with her paw. If that doesn’t have the desired effect, she comes leaping onto the bed. If you’re on your side the leap is not too much of an issue, but if you happen to be lying on your back, having a 15 pound cat land directly on your stomach does tend to awaken you.

Pardon me, the service in this establishment leaves much to be desired!

A few years ago, neighbors of ours were burgled. The next day, two detectives arrived at the door to be greeted with the barking and howling of three dogs. When we were asked if we had heard anything during the night, we responded, truthfully, that we hadn’t. With our dogs persistent barking, I don’t think the police believed us. I’m sure they thought we didn’t want to get involved. But the burglars had parked their van in the driveway and entered through the neighbor’s garage which was on the opposite end of the property. Besides if the dogs had barked, we probably would have told them to be quiet.

Shush! Can't you here that? It's burglars, I tell you!

Normally, around here, the pets get fed before the humans. On the odd occasion when the reverse is true, they start to panic.

Wait! Something's wrong! They've forgotten me! I'll starve, I'll fade away before their eyes! Must do something! I know, "Hey, food dispenser, look over here, I'm really cute!"