As we sat having breakfast, Mama got up to give Harry the Dog some chew bits to keep him quiet. At the rattle of the box, both Hermione and Rose the pussycats wanted in on the action too.
"Arrrrrrr" they moaned, weaving in and out of our legs.
"Ooooh, bloody hell" Mama cursed, as she fed the dog, manoeuvred the cats out of the way with her foot and filled up the cat bowls, seemingly all in one movement.
"Rrrrrrrr....." the cats miaowed loudly again, eager to be fed and be shown the same love as the dog. Somebody once told me that you feed and love and water and look after a dog, and they think that you are God. You feed and love and water and look after a cat, and they think that they are God.
Mama put the bowl down, and instantly Rose- her cat- got stuck in.
Hermione, however- my cat- simply walked off, satisfied that she could command our attention when necessary.
I laughed. "She just likes the fuss over her" I said. "She is just like me".
Mama snorted. "The difference being that wouldn't have walked off, you'd have licked the bowl clean".
That might be true, but she didn't have to say as much, did she?
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