With Biscuit recovering from surgery, his brother Muffin has to pick up the slack on my morning torment. He doesn’t attack me for my food like Biscuit, but he does posses an almost supernatural talent for getting in the way.
This morning I got out a bowl out to assemble my breakfast. Muffin jumped on the counter to check it out. He quickly lost interest though because the open cupboard was too tempting. Nevermind the cupboard was filled with dishes leaving little room for field mouse let alone a Maine Coon cat (not even a year old yet and he is already getting “husky”).
In Muffin’s little brain the math all checked out and he went for it. He launched himself into the cupboard from over foot away. It was not a successful attempt. He made it halfway in before smacking into the pile of plates. His back legs flailed frantically in the air before catching my hand. It’s good to know even with Biscuit in jail I can still get my morning cat scratch.
Speaking of which…
I was running late, when I received a text from my girlfriend to check on the patient. I took my breakfast with me to save time. That was a mistake. He was on the bathroom counter and took a swat. His paw made it in to the bowl splashing milk and blueberry guts on my shirt.
The next time someone asks me to “Go check on the wiggy kitty” I will not be bringing blueberries.