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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: In and Out (04/30/09)

TITLE: Breakfast Is Served
By C Harricharan
05/06/09


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Mornings are usually a rush in our home with some of us going to school while others go to work. The family cats have no trouble figuring out this hectic schedule, not as much as Mom does. Every night she would ask each of us, “What time do you leave for school tomorrow?” , mostly because some of us are on the Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule while the rest of us are either on the Monday, Wednesday, Thursday or the Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday weekly schedule. Of course Mom and Dad are on the Sunday to Saturday schedule, which can cause some confusion as to who will feed the cats in the morning.

On Mondays, the cats keep watch on the front porch. When the screen door opens at 7:00 am to let the first student out, they are ready for breakfast. The problem is, the student cannot stop to feed hungry cats, so they sit on the porch rail and wait.

At 8:00 am, the front door opens again and the next student goes out. Only this time there may be just enough time to give two patient felines some food. If time does not permit, a call will echo through the front door, “Would someone please feed the cats?’’, the door closes and the cats regroup again.

If all goes well, the door opens again at 9:00 am, and then breakfast is served.

If all does not go well, then plan B goes into action. One cat moves to the back porch to survey the kitchen through the now open French sliding doors, while the other remains at her post on the front porch.

At the back door the second cat would sit quietly as close to the glass door as possible and try very hard to be seen. If that does not work she would rise up on her hind legs and silently paw the glass door with her two front paws, all the while using her eyes to convey her silent message, “May I come in please?”.

This will always work. As soon as the door is opened she would make a dash through the kitchen, down the hallway and through the living room to the front door. In order to get breakfast she must return to the front porch where the food would be served. On Mondays and Wednesdays the routine is the same, in the back door then out the front door.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays the door opens first at 8:00 am, so the cats make a dash for the front door where they would appear to have been sitting for a very long time. There is usually no wait on these days, breakfast is promptly served, but not by the one going out of the front door at 8 am, she is usually in a hurry.

Fridays are a little tricky. The front door opens promptly at 9:00 am, but no cats are in evidence. They are usually found on the back porch waiting to be noticed. They wait impatiently, prancing about the porch until the front door opens and they hear the call for mealtime. Then they slowly make their way to the front via the long way.

In the evenings the routine is slightly different. Perched on the roof top or in the huge oak tree on the front lawn the cats await the return of the bearers of their evening meal. No matter where they are posted they are usually at the steps before anyone else. With tails held high and twirling they escort us up the stairs and to the door, with soft mews. It is nice to be welcomed home with such enthusiasm. Since there is usually no wait for dinner they try very hard to trip us as we open the front doors to go inside. I think they are afraid we might close the door when we go in and they would be left waiting outside all alone.

Weekends are very tricky. The cats do not appear until 9 am. They know that only plan B works on these days. In through the back and out the front door.

Like I said, they have us all figured out. They know that Mom will always come through for them, even if it rains or snow, so like all good kitties, they head towards the kitchen at mealtimes.

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Beth LaBuff 05/08/09
I had to smile at your unique take on in and out, especially concerning the cats. :) You DEFINITELY are a "cat owner" (if that term is even possible). :)
Mary Lou Cook05/12/09
Cats are such amazing animals. I loved how through all the confusion the cats still made their demands.
Janice Fitzpatrick05/12/09
Oh, the memories. Growing up at times we had so many cats, when a pregnant young mommy would come mewing at our door, that we could have opened up an animal shelter. We often kidded about how during those days that the cats ran us, not the other way around. Fortunately we didn't keep them all but found homes for the kittens once they were older. Cute piece.