My husband and my cat are waiting up when I get home. I am late and know my husband has been worried. As for my cat, I see no evidence that she ever worries about anything.
No, she has waited up because we have an evening ritual. I throw her some cat treats which she likes to chase. My veterinarian said they help remove tartar.
“You must have had a good time,” my husband says.
“The food was wonderful,” I say and shake out the treats while I tell him about my evening. “Mary has met somebody on the Internet.”
The cat meows and I throw a few treats. “They sound like soul mates,” I continue, and grab the vitamins I usually take at dinner. The cat meows again but the treats are gone.
“Egad,” I shriek, “I just took a cat treat instead of my calcium!” My husband thinks this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard and I do, too, except that it happened to me. “I don’t dare read the ingredients,” I say.
“You’re probably protected from fleas and hairballs,” he says.
“And if I’d chewed it first, it would remove tartar.”
