I was going to title this “Mornings at the McCanns,” but I thought Wet Meat would get more people’s attention.
Mornings are an exciting time here. Well, exciting for some.
This is Teeny.
(I know, not so teeny anymore)
He is our “second born,” “middle child,” whatever you wanna call him. And he’s really weird.
Like… he’s just so off.
Anyway, food is a big deal for him.
Well, it’s a big deal for both of our kitties. Tiny (our eldest) likes to walk around our bodies in our bed for an hour, casually meowing and nibbling at our feet, until we finally get up and his meows become more like human yells because he knows we’re going to feed him.
But Teeny… he’s a different story. Food is his life’s passion. His life’s mission. His purpose.
Problem is, he gets so excited he eats way too much, way too fast, and throws it all up. Frequently.
Like, I can’t even count how many times I’ve cleaned up this cats puke.
Like, we had to buy him a special food bowl that makes it so he can’t get too much out at one time. This kid literally has to eat with his paws. It’s kind of hilarious.
Anyway, I go downstairs, go to the pantry, pick out a can of wet food for the boys, open it up, and divide it very unevenly between two bowls. Literally, I can only give this cat like, a tablespoon. Anymore and he throws up. It’s ridiculous.
Teeny is so excited at this point that his tail literally looks like it’s have convulsions, and his claws are out so when he walks over my foot, it’s getting it all scratched up. He will even dance around on his hind legs. It’s really something.
And then I have to separate them. Tiny goes in the downstairs bathroom with his food, and I have to close the door because if I don’t, Teeny will run in there and take all his food. Selfish little twerp.
And then there’s Jacob.
He’s literally perfect. He wakes up at 7, cries for us to get him, I feed him in bed, then he pops his little head up, smiles, and starts crawling around the bed saying “Ahhh, ahhh, oooooh,” forcing me to get up and make sure he doesn’t fall off. Then he proceeds to laugh hysterically while daddy makes funny faces and sounds at him for 20 minutes when he’s supposed to be getting ready for work.
I love my life.
Oh, and music and stuff. I wrote two new songs! That hasn’t happened in a long time. I’m excited to get them recorded so I can share them.
Now I’m going to stop neglecting my son and put him in a walker while I do the dishes.