Dinner is Served

One evening my friend was over visiting. As we were sitting in my well appointed yet underutilized kitchen, he eyed a large bowl sitting on the breakfast table. Being a connoisseur in the kitchen himself and known for mixing up delicious homemade pasta sauces, he remarked on how lovely my pasta bowl was. Of course with my adversity to cooking, this bowl had never seen pasta nor a yummy sauce, but instead I positioned it as an attractive centerpiece for the table, empty in order to view the lovely hand painted interior.

Perhaps one of my cats resented that the bowl became the center of attention that evening instead of herself, or maybe she was hinting that she was hungry; but the next day as I walked into my kitchen, there was my huge kitty overflowing in the bowl that she seemed to have made as her new bed.

Cinderella looked like rising furry dough overflowing its boundaries, and I do not know how she was comfortable stuffed into the bowl. I fell down laughing and immediately sent a photo to my friend with the comment “Dinner is served!”. For the next week Cinderella did not leave her new resting spot. Even though I would always kick the kitties off of the tables and counters, I have to admit I made this one exception just to keep me smiling as I stated to myself, “Dinner is served”.