I do my best

I'm always thankful that cats do not carry dinner bells. I feel the rush enough just from the prancing and dancing and screaming that goes on in client's kitchens when I arrive to serve the meal.

I'm not late, by the way. They are awake (imagine that) and they are hungry.

"Nope, that doesn't make me go any faster."

                                                               check out the paws

It's been a long day without their family home and let's face it, it's kind of boring for most cats, once they are done their tenth nap of the day, so they want dinner....NOW!

I do my best.

"Hello, m'ladies"
"And how has your day been?"

=^..^= =^..^= "Spare us the dialogue and get the cans open."

Walking down the hall with cats doing figure-eights between your legs is no easy feat. But, after eighteen years in this business, you know what works. Sometimes it's a bit of a shuffle or maybe it resembles a drunken sailor heading home. But, I get the food where it's going and then all is well in the cat world.

"Thanks for dinner, cat-sitter"

hugs, Deb