Photo Challenge: “This week, think about TIME and portray it photographically.”
All felines have a time clock.
It tells them when it’s time to sleep and play.
It tells them when the human is expected to arrive home.
It tells them that although the human is sleeping, it’s time to get up and make noise.
And it tells them when it’s time to eat.
Natasha and I had a good laugh the other night. We were sitting mostly in the dark, on the couch, watching a Star Trek episode on Netflix. When the episode ended and it was time to move on to the next adventure with Captain Jean Luc Picard, Natasha asked me to turn on the hall light. It’s right next to the couch.
So, I reached over and flicked the switch to the on position.
Guess who was patiently sitting in the hallway, waiting for their 8:30 p.m. feeding?
(This is about as patient as it gets.)
The door closest to Ziva (the one in front) is where the cat food resides.
These two are spot on (give or take an hour) with feeding time, especially in the evening. Gibbs and Ziva start circling around 8:00 p.m. Neither will come sit in my lap. They will alternately sit by the couch, staring, shooting “feed me!” darts at whoever will look their way and occasionally sending out a sorrowful meow from the depths of their empty bellies.
It’s pitiful, in a way.
Yet, to avoid any interruption in the space/time continuum of the felines, this human complies at the specified moment (give or take a few minutes). It’s not in my best interest to ignore, avoid or purposefully wait.
They both have claws and sharp teeth.
The feline time clock is real, it works, and cannot be denied.
Make it so, human!