Alight. Here's entry number five.
Crunch, crunch, crunch again.
When we got home the other night, the cats were FREAKING OUT.
They always freak out.
They want food.
Their whole lives revolve around the moment that we go into the kitchen to get their dinner. Or breakfast. Or afternoon snack.
In fact, we can't really go into the kitchen without getting frantically meowed at like death is imminent.
We were sitting in the living room, without having yet fed them. Well, apparently Patches couldn't wait any longer. She started scouring the floor. Sometimes she can find crumbs or something. Who can blame her.
Anyway, she came across a few crumbs all right - a few crumbs of leaves and bark that had fallen on the floor in front of the fireplace.
And didn't she just gobble them right up.
One at a time, eating one and then moving on to the others.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
I've never quite seen anything like it. And I've seen Patches eat a lot of random things.
That said, neither Hubby nor I were at all surprised. Oh Patchy. You're a mess.