Most mornings, whether weekday or weekend, we have a routine. And one of the first things I do in the morning is walk to the kitchen so I can feed my motley crew. The cats, of course, are screaming for food from the moment I open my eyes. Kumquat the squat doesn't usually wake until the food has been out for a while. But the very second my foot enters the kitchen, so too does Sneaky Squirrel. Silently, speedily, stealthily, he appears. Staring at me with his big brown eyes. Pleading not for his kibble and canned, but for his beloved morning biscuit. Oftentimes, he stands on hind legs, as though the world will end unless he is given his treat post-haste. (Indeed, he acts as though he lives post-apocalypse.) And then, once his tiny teeth have gripped the biscuit, he runs off to to the cube where he can blissfully savor every crumb away from prying eyes (hello, Kumquat).
Makes me wish there were a morning biscuit for me.
