My husband is out of town. Normally, he feeds our cats around 1:00 or 1:30 in the morning, right before he comes to bed. (Yes, he IS a night owl...lol!) Mind you, they have dry food round the clock, but this is when they get their canned food.
Dave called last night about 9:30 to say good night. I was putting some stuff away in the kitchen, and decided to go ahead and feed the cats - then it would be done, and I could go to bed without worrying about it. The cats are ecstatic - getting fed early.
I watched some TV - and actually dozed a little in my chair. I roused myself to go to bed somewhere around midnight. (True confessions, I don't sleep well when he's not here.) Those three little beggars ran to the kitchen, expecting me to feed them AGAIN, like maybe I forgot or something. Uh, HELLO!!! I just fed you. You are NOT going to get more tonight.
But as I think about it - aren't we like that a LOT when it comes to food?? We eat because it is the thing to do, even though many times we aren't hungry. We stuff ourselves until we are in pain. Eating becomes a habit - or an addiction - or worse.
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