OK, I'm on a roll now. Assigned myself 1 hour to work on the Spring Dresses and got the lining and collars in. Started the basting for the sleeve gatherings when my alarm when off. I know where I'm starting tomorrow - I can see these done by my deadline :D
The cat heard my alarm and came running. He knows I feed him in the morning when my alarm goes off. I think he was hoping that is what this evening's alarm meant.
My daughter assured me that she had just fed him, so he didn't need another meal. He didn't agree with that idea.
Quietly I decided to go ahead and give him another portion of food, but then my daughter came into the kitchen. I made myself busy cleaning up a bit and trying to send her out of the room so I could sneak a meal to Sherlock (the cat). I managed to get the food out of the refrigerator on one of her errands out. Then I picked up his dish, (errand) then was able to put a bit of food in it. It took one more time sending her on a errand to get the bowl back on the floor for the cat.
During all this Sherlock was pretty cool. He didn't whine and cry like he usually does when I prepare his food. He seemed to understand we were trying to be sneaky here. When I finally got the dish back on the floor, I did have to quietly call him over and get him to notice it was full. I was sure my daughter would catch me when Sherlock started eating. His tag makes a little bell sound as it hits the bowl when he is eating. Maybe my daughter didn't here it, or maybe she was politely letting me get away with it. Nothing was said.
My daughter and I are entering that time in our relationship when the tables are starting to turn. She bosses me around and I see what I can get away with. It's a nice turn of events. (until she grounds me)
The cat heard my alarm and came running. He knows I feed him in the morning when my alarm goes off. I think he was hoping that is what this evening's alarm meant.
My daughter assured me that she had just fed him, so he didn't need another meal. He didn't agree with that idea.
Quietly I decided to go ahead and give him another portion of food, but then my daughter came into the kitchen. I made myself busy cleaning up a bit and trying to send her out of the room so I could sneak a meal to Sherlock (the cat). I managed to get the food out of the refrigerator on one of her errands out. Then I picked up his dish, (errand) then was able to put a bit of food in it. It took one more time sending her on a errand to get the bowl back on the floor for the cat.
During all this Sherlock was pretty cool. He didn't whine and cry like he usually does when I prepare his food. He seemed to understand we were trying to be sneaky here. When I finally got the dish back on the floor, I did have to quietly call him over and get him to notice it was full. I was sure my daughter would catch me when Sherlock started eating. His tag makes a little bell sound as it hits the bowl when he is eating. Maybe my daughter didn't here it, or maybe she was politely letting me get away with it. Nothing was said.
My daughter and I are entering that time in our relationship when the tables are starting to turn. She bosses me around and I see what I can get away with. It's a nice turn of events. (until she grounds me)
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