Dinner Guests

Every night when we eat dinner, the whole family flocks to the table: LO, DH, myself, curly cat, Long-Haired cat, and Little Dog. The kitties gravitate to their bowls on the Pet Mat, and as we sample our fare, they crunch away. It is pretty comical. LD of course is under the table, waiting for any little morsel to fall her way.

She does not realize she is a vegetarian dog. On occasion we will collect the orts from our plates and scrape them into her bowl. She loves potatoes. She gobbles up the imitation meat. But the green beans, she lines up beside her bowl on the floor. This indicates, "I have TOLD you: I do not care for green beans."

But they are not guests; they are family. We find it hilarious that at dinner hour, our guests come every night. We do not see tiny watches strapped to their tiny feet, but they know it is time.