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Chunky McScoundrel



The tummy
Originally uploaded by nichole_e.

Rockford is up and out of the house well before I’m awake most days, and Marsha has been using that to her advantage. She would meeeee-oooooowwwww her whiniest meow at Rockford until he fed her. Then he’d leave, and she’d scarf down a bowl full of kibble. Then she’d wait until I woke up and meeeeeee-ooooooowwwww again. And I’d refill her bowl. And then, before bed, she’d do it again. And we’d fill her bowl again, because we’re rubes and she’s a carny.

I feel pretty dumb for falling for her tricks, particularly since I knew what she was up to. But fell for it we did, and so we have no one to blame but ourselves for our once-sleek feline’s expansion.

According to the cat food bag, Marsha should be getting no more than three-quarters of a cup of kibble a day. She’s been getting double or triple that daily for several months now. So it’s diet time for Marsha.

I made a chart to hang in the bathroom (where Marsha’s food bowl is), and whomever is the first to feed Marsha checks the day off. And that’s it for the day. She’s not pleased. She keeps making mad, desperate dashes for the food bowl every time I glance down the hallway.

I can’t believe I just wrote a whole post about our fat cat.

Eating

A banner day

We had Coconut-Curry Chicken for dinner tonight, and Poppy (the girl who won’t try any new foods) tried it. And she liked it! She asked for seconds and then thirds. Granted, she had a total of maybe an eighth of a teaspoon of the sauce and no avocado. But still! It didn’t look like her usual “chickens,” and she tried it anyway!

You should try it, too. It’s delicious.

blessings

Love Thursday: There and back again

April 12

  • Poppy saying “Mommy!” when I went in to get her in the morning.
  • Onion rings.
  • The Hodge episode of “CSI.” (“It’s my lucky day!”)
  • Rockford singing, “Ain’t no potty like a West Coast potty, ’cause a West Coast potty don’t flush.” (I don’t remember what that was all about).
  • Poppy’s bathtime poo-athon. She went in the tub (Rockford: “Poppy, noooooooo!!!!”) and in her play tent (Me: “Poppy, noooooooo!!!”). Funny in retrospect. She was very pleased with herself.

April 13

  • Going to an unfamiliar playgroup. And actually navigating my way there without getting lost.
  • Holding an 8-month-old at the playgroup. Was Poppy really that small?
  • Going to the mall with Pi to pick up lunch for Rockford.
  • Cinnabon. Every time we go to the mall, I was a cinnamon bun. I knew that if I ever actually got one, it wouldn’t be as good as I’d been building it up to be. But it was. Uh-oh.
  • Rockford singing, “Splash! He’ll save every one of us!” at bathtime. (Poppy’s. Not his.)
  • Poppy getting frustrated and saying, “No words!” when I asked her to use her words. We’re trying to stop that reaction, but it was still cute.

April 14

  • Making the five-hour drive to my in-laws’ house by myself. Well, Pi was there, but she didn’t do any of the driving.
  • Poppy’s excitement at seeing Rockford’s parents.
  • Rockford getting to Boise safely.
  • Wild rice soup!
  • Starting a Nero Wolfe book.

April 15

  • Rockford’s hiking pictures.

April 16

  • Genia making mac ‘n’ cheese and ribs on the propane camp stove after the power went out.
  • The guy at the Mega Kid Play Place letting Poppy play for free.

April 17

  • Poppy being so good and sweet on the drive home.
  • Getting milk at the “Cruz Through.” Not having to get out of the car to buy milk? Priceless.
  • A new episode of “Gilmore Girls.”
  • Rockford coming home!!

April 18

  • Poppy saying “You welpome!” rather than “Thank you.” She says it consistently; I’m pleased that she’s making the effort to be polite.
  • Poppy asking for “a kiss” four or five times before I close her door at naptime.
  • Rockford getting a refund for the shoddy brake job we got last week.
  • “Lost.”