There is a cat emergency at my house. Every. Day. When there are no morsels in the food dish, my cats are convinced that the world is going to end. The black hole that is the food dish will collapse with our kitchen at the center of the vortex. The cats ponder why I don’t seem to care. They take turns running to the void, then to the cupboard where the food lives. There is scratching on posts. There is mewing. Why don’t I heed these warnings?
A few years ago, I came across this poem that perfectly captures the empty dish conundrum.
DISH BOTTOM PHOBIA!
I know I just ate some ten minutes ago,
But I felt in the mood for a snack.
And, lo and behold, when I looked in my dish,
I saw the dish bottom look back.
See? Come and see if I’m telling the truth!
Oh… this has upset me severely!
Yes I know there’s kibble on that side and this,
but I can see dish-bottom clearly!I stared in the dish and I measured the place
that was empty, and let out a cry!
What if I finished this part and that part?
It would all be dish-bottom! I’d die!
How can you cruelly ignore my complaint?
The kibble was low, and you knew it!
You’re acting as if it was piled to the rim,
while I can see dish-bottom through it!I nibbled some here and I nibbled some there
and I dropped one or two, being furious.
But nothing improved in this tragic affair,
the state of my dish is so serious!
I’m not kidding! Oh, please come and see the bare spot
on the dish bottom, do as I wish!
Then I guess you don’t care if I’m starving or not,
so I’ll eat from the other cat’s dish.By Bam Bam and Sharon
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Terrific painting!
Thank you very much 🙂
Beautiful!
Thanks!
That poem is awesome and totally true at my house, too!
Fabulous painting! I love it!
Thanks much!
You are welcome 🙂
Wonderfull painting. Our cat has that panic too. Sometimes early inthe morning we hear a little miauu ( finnish cat language). If we pretend not to hear the miauu gets stronger and stronger. After the third miauu he jumps to the bed and puts his nose to mine and demands. And I have to obey, like servants do.
Great story! It’s reassuring to know that I’m not alone in being a willingly manipulated cat waitress. 🙂
I can very much relate!
Love this! Thank you 🙂
Why did I only think it was mine who wanted the kibble dish filled when the bowl bottom peaked through?
It’s nice to know you’re not alone. ?
Lovely.
Thanks!!
Love it:)
Thank you 🙂
Nice art and poem.
Thanks!
Oh my word! That’s exactly how it works. Great piece.
Haha! Thank you 🙂
That watercolor is awesome. I assume it’s watercolor
Thank you! Yes, it’s watercolor 🙂
I love your work! ?
Wow! Thanks so much 🙂
Beautifully done! ?
Very very sweet
Thank you 🙂
sweet and beautiful!
Thanks 🙂
I love that poem! So true, so true.
Beautiful water color of kitty, too.
Thank you!
sweet kitty water colors, carol. 😀
Thank you so much!
I posted a link to this on my cat Squeaky’s FB page. Poor Squeaky! We rescued her from an animal hoarder where she was literally starving. She was practically skin & bones when we took her in. Even though Squeaky has lived with us for over six years now, she *still* is afraid that her food bowl is not going to get refilled. She is *always* sounding the alarm. This poem definitely describes her.
Awww, poor Squeaky! Thanks for sharing on your FB.