Cara Mia, our older sister, was howling in the other room. I was inspired to take a stroll over to the food bowls, and there is definitely some dry chow needed. One bowl is practically empty. I am doing my best to finish off the morsels in the bowl next to it. Unfortunately I lack the proper motivation to check the third bowl. It is on the other side of the water bowl. YAWN!

Instead, I perch on the little cat house, where I spend much of my time at night. When Mom finally gets around to climbing into bed, I will join her next to her pillow. Until then, I will dream of an endless supply of dry chow.