Wednesday Word—Variety

"They" say variety is the spice of life. I say, who the hell are they? I don't think I like spice but I do like variety—sometimes. I love to vary the place I eat. I mean, don't your peeps love to eat out occasionally? So does this little kitteh.

My feeding station in the kitchen

My placemat and food/water dishes were always in the kitchen. That is, until TW started dropping things out of the cabinet onto my head while I was eating. You might remember the tale of the Quick Oats. Our galley kitchen is 7 x 7 and that's including the appliances so that'd leave about 7 x 3 feet to actually walk in. When the kitchen was remodeled several years ago, the peeps got the bright idea to put cabinets above my feeding station. Not a good idea to inconvenience the cat.

My feeding station was moved out into the foyer. The light was better and I didn't get claustrophobia whenever I ate. When I want to "dine out", I either go to the Litterbox Lounge or Pop's Place. That is, whenever I get finicky, TW moves my food dish to accommodate me. (Now tell me I don't have her well trained!)

The "Litterbox Lounge" is halfway between my normal feeding station and my litterbox. Unfortunately, the placemat comes with my bowl since this is squarely on the rug in the hall. Even though, Pop's Place is off the ground, I consider the Litterbox Lounge more upscale, since it's carpeted. "Pop''s Place" is self explanatory. It's on the table where Pop's food usually sits. I'll go there for a leisurely Sunday brunch. Yes, I get to sit ON THE TABLE! How many of you guys get your meal ON the table?

A diagram of my new feeding station and the "restaurants" I frequent.

My kibble dish and (heh heh) water dish are still in the kitchen. I think TW is trying to discourage me from eating my kibble.

BREAKING NEWS: TW ordered a Drinkwell Fountain for me!!! Finally! I had a cheap ripoff fountain a few years ago that I wouldn't use. I believe TW has threatened me if I don't drink from the Drinkwell that she paid a lot of green papers for. I take that as a "dare" so we'll have a standoff for sure. As my furrends know, I haven't drank anything except the pumpkin soup in my grain-free food since September 2010. The peeps don't know what turned me off water. They suspect it was the anti-plaque stuff the v-e-t told them to mix in it. They have water bowls in every room for me and they stand untouched. As a Great Man—as opposed to "they"—once said: Water rusts your stomach. That Great Man was my Grampa.