Andy was a bit late for treat time this morning. I don’t know what happened. He’s as reliable as the atomic clock in Ft. Collins when it comes to treat time.
Oh well! I got up to stretch my legs and take some dishes to the sink from the cats’ breakfast. Andy heard me moving about, and ran over to his “hinting place”, a slice of cottonwood branch from a large tree that blew down in the city park a of couple years ago or so. For whatever reason, the boys love to sit on this piece of tree. Andy especially likes it, and runs over there to let me know he wants his treats, NOW!
Anything you say, Andrew! You’re the cat.