Breakfast at Kittany's
A pologies to Truman Capote on the bastardization of the ti tle of his short story ... I know it was a stret ch. So sue me. It's all to describe my break fast partner this morning, Man Ray, who is rapidly becoming totally comfy downstairs and totally on board with being my Special Little ManKitty forever. So well-adjusted is he that, thi s morning, he decided to have breakfast with MomKatt. I was happy to have him ... until he decided he wanted MY breakfast (I'm still giggling as I type this, just thinking about it). Initially, after I nuked my Weight Watchers Turkey Sausage Muffin, I went to sit down & found Ray sitting in my chair at the dining room table. "Are you going to have breakfast with Mom this morning, Ray?" I asked him, and he stood and circled towards the back of the chair so that I could s it down. (A lready the little gen tlemankatt, isn't he?) At first I think he was just shooting for companionship/pettin gs ... THEN ... he...