In our house there s a tradition of feeding the cats special food at night. An end of the day ritual, this event begins with the cry “All right, Sally, Sophie, Charlie”. At the first word “All” chaos explodes in the house. Charlie starts running around with an up tail, crying and rubbing against my leg. Sophie waunders around and Sally begins sauntering out at a measured pace. The Dogs have a role in this ritual. Both need to go outside while the cats get their food. And they wait.
Most nights, all three cats eat rapidly. First one done often goes to help the next one finish. Last night that was Sophie helping Sally. Since Sally didn’t appreciate the help, there was a small altercation. The dogs waiting eagerly outside hear the noise and they begin whining. “Can’t we come in now?”
Eventually the time arrives, dogs get their chance to lick the plates. Bridget is so excited she can’t figure out where to start. So she races in circles, putting her feet on all the plates. All cats scatter, leaving the plates to the dogs.