We don’t need clocks and watches in our house – we always know when it’s food o’clock
I am reliably woken every morning at exactly 7:00 am when my cat Sheba commences her demands for breakfast. Although a rescue moggie from the pueblo she looks and sounds like a Siamese and certainly thinks she is several ranks above any other being in the vicinity.
She terrorises poor Roly and will happily whack him around the head for absolutely no reason. She is impossible to ignore and uses the combined powers of her incredibly loud yowling voice and severe padding (with claws) to make sure she gets her breakfast in good time. This fabulous video will show you exactly how it works http://youtu.be/Jrq03XENSdY
The next demands come from Liana whose single aim in life is to eat. She will be expecting me to appear with her breakfast soon after Sheba has been satisfied, and if I have not presented her with a bowl of carrots and grain with a side of hay by 7:15, she will set about making her own cacophony of demands, also very difficult to ignore.
Stable chores follow Liana’s satisfaction and I clean up the yard and stable, both of which involve a lot of sweeping and much dust, and then it is Roly’s time for attention.
Often David will have joined me about the stable and we will then set off around 7:45 for our regular morning walk, a couple of km’s round trip involving significant climbs and descents, during which we usually meet lots of lovely doggy people and stop for a few chats.
When we return home Roly will, or there again often will not, be ready for some breakfast. He is such a funny little chap and will often go for a day or two without eating – even best raw meat. Sometimes he appears to be asking for food but will just turn his back and walk away when it is presented. Other times he will greedily eat his meat and then empty his own and Sheba’s bowl of dry food and then ask for more. I have given up trying to second guess his mood of the day.
Liana lets us know it is lunchtime when she has a small amount of hay, and at the very dot of 6:00 pm will announce that she is ready for her supper, whilst Sheba will turn up some time during the evening for her dinner and Roly once again, may or may not eat in the evening.
We, of course, fit our meals in around the animals.
I hope I don’t sound as if I am moaning – I really wouldn’t have it any other way!