Same thing day after day.

I was just about to drift off to sleep last night when all of a sudden I heard Katie-The-Feline-Goddess (although she prefers to be referred to as the alpha male in our house; something my husband and Sammy-The-Shy refuse to acknowledge)meowing at the top of her kitty lungs. I bolted out of bed, stepped on Sam in the process and headed for the wails eminating from our kitty in distress. I didn't know what I would find when I got there, my mind had already conjured up 438 different scenerios. Did she get her head stuck in a drinking glass, as she is known to counter surf in the weee hours of the mornin'; in an effort to quench her thirst did she become lodged in the bottom of the toilet bowl? On and on my mind went...disaster after disaster danced across the movie screen of my over active imagination. Gawd, what if I can't get a hold of our vet? "honey wake up, there is something wrong with Katie!"

I'm now in a full fledged panic, I'm trembling, I've wet my jammies (the kind with the feet in them...so all my, uhhh, peepee went straight to my feet and swirled around in the little booties! I finally reach the place where the guteral sounds of shear kitty torture was coming from and what did I find? Katie, I found Katie. She was fine, no blood(not yet, anyway)no trauma of any sort, nothing. It appears the feline goddess was shut out of the room where she dines every evening-the laundry room, we're talking about the door to the laundry room and she wants to eat! Visions of her skinned fur draped nicely over the fireplace came to mind... along with several more very animal un-friendly thoughts.

After I was able to regain my lady-like composure, weird stuff started running through my head. Too much adreneline, I think. Katie eats the SAME thing everyday. It doesn't change, EVER(except on Thangiving, Christmas and her birthday, when she gets real chicken). I guess the amazing thing for me is that she gets soooo worked up at meal time and yet, IT'S THE SAME THING! She amazes me. I said to her "girlfriend, I gotta hand it to ya when it comes to eating. You're my mealtime hero, cuz if I had to eat the same exact thing every single day, well, it would not be pretty"

Ok, I know I'm REALLY strange, but am I the only one who ever wonders how your pet could excitedly eat the same thing all the time. Man, I'm telling ya, if there were my story, I would definately be a sz. 3. As it stands now, the only time I've ever been a sz 3 was last week when my IQ was measured and even then, I had to keep being retested because no one could believe it was that high...