Okay. Not really.
But OMG. 5:00 a.m. this morning, our old blind cat, Salem, started yowling. Salem yowls are really loud and strident.
And he just would not stop.
I finally sat up and got him to come to me. I picked him up and petted and petted and petted him. Each time I stopped he’d start up again. He was inconsolable.
I went out to the living room, hoping to let my husband to keep sleeping, and sat on the sofa and petted and petted and petted Salem. Again, when I’d stop the yowling would resume.
Finally, a dim light bulb started to shine through the total fog of my sleep deprived brain.
Check the food bowl.
Sure as shit. There was food there but it was down to the nasty nubbie bits the cats won’t eat. I filled the bowl and 3 cats, but most extra-specially Salem, were very happy.
Why can’t I remember that when Salem is inconsolable – CHECK THE FUCKING FOOD BOWL.
I need to get that tattooed somewhere – maybe on Salem’s punkin’ head.