Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Breakfast Fun! I Think.
Good morning everyone! I like mornings, but you all know that anyway. However, some mornings start off, well, rather odd. You know, when things just kind of don’t go quite the way we think it should. I would like to share such a morning with you. It wasn’t this morning. But was a while back. And everything I will mention actually did happen. Even though it might seem impossible. But with me, anything can happen. And often does. So, let’s take a look at one of Steve’s mornings.
I decided to have eggs for breakfast. I do like eggs and toast for breakfast. Along with coffee of course. I’m talking fried eggs here, maybe not the most healthy, but they taste good. I have since switched to poached eggs. Anyway, I broke open the first egg. For some reason I hit the egg much too hard. It kind of went everywhere. Mostly on my foot. Had to stop and change socks. I decided not to have eggs since there was only one left. And I wanted two eggs. Sigh.
I decided to have oatmeal instead. Hadn’t had that for a while. And I like oatmeal. No problems cooking it, I have done it so many times. But my stove is on one side of the kitchen and the bowl I was going to use was on the other side. Smart thing to do would be to bring the bowl to the oatmeal on the stove. I chose to take the hot pot of oatmeal to the bowl. Not smart. For some reason the pot slipped. I tried to catch it and that just made things worse. Splat! Oatmeal on the floor. And my foot. Had to change socks again. Sigh.
Decided to have toast for breakfast. Can’t go wrong with that. Decided to put peanut butter on my toast. That was a mistake. Dropped the knife, full of peanut butter. But, it missed my foot. Steve does happy dance. There is now peanut butter on the floor. But I didn’t step in it. I know that’s what you were thinking. Anyway, I left it there to clean up later because I didn’t want my toast to get cold. Toast and coffee, a good breakfast. Not what I was expecting, but, good anyway. I went back in the kitchen for more coffee. Yep. Stepped right on that blob of peanut butter. Sigh. Had to change my socks. Again. And people wonder why I have so many socks.
I went into the bedroom after breakfast and saw a fluff on the comforter. I pulled it off. Not a good idea. The fluff was attached to a thread. Which opened a hole in the comforter. And a bunch of the white stuffing stuff came out. Hmm. Decided to sew it up before it got worse. Dropped the needle on the floor. Couldn’t see it anywhere. Apparently it landed sticking straight up, which made it hard to see. I thought it went under the bed. Took one step. Found the needle. By stepping on it. Went in quite deep too. Amazing how much blood can come out of such a small hole. Got quite a bit of blood on my sock. Had to change socks. Again.
At this point I lay down and started laughing until I got a sore stomach! That’s enough for today. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Training Your Human. Part 1.
Hello to all my faithful readers! Wow, it is so hard to believe that people all over the world like to read my little posts! Thank you everyone! Now, let’s get to this new post. This is an important one. My human might disagree with me on some points but facts are facts. He just doesn’t listen so well sometimes. One day I’m meowing ever so nicely and running to the door because it’s a nice day. And I want the door open so I can watch the chipmunks.
This is what my human says; “Does Muffin want some food? I’ll get you something to eat right away.” NO, Muffin doesn’t want food, Muffin wants the door open. “Come get some food Muffin”, says my human. I don’t want FOOD, I want the door open. I’m standing by the door meowing, how hard is it to understand? My human comes over to me and pets me saying, “I gave you some nice fresh food”. I don’t want food! CHOMP! “AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Bandages, bandages!” My human always says that.
I run back to the door. He comes out and opens the door for me. “Why didn’t you say so?” I did, you were not listening. Sigh. Another day I want to play. “Does Muffin want some food? I’ll get you some right away.” NO, Muffin doesn’t want to eat. Muffin wants to play! “I’m getting you nice food”, says my human. Not food, I want to play, can’t you see me hitting my favorite pink camouflage ping pong ball over to you? “Food is ready”, says my human. I want to play! CHOMP! “AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Bandages, bandages!” Then he comes back out with these funny things on his feet. It’s hard not to laugh at him. Then he plays with me. Seems like it would have been easier to do that first. Sigh.
Another time I want food, I’m hungry. And I meow nicely rubbing against his legs. “Oh, does Muffin want the door open?” “I’ll open the door for you.” And he does. I just look at his feet swishing my tail. “The door is open Muffin, come take a look”. I go over to him, CHOMP! Happy dance time! There he goes again jumping around on one foot, falling over the stool, making that human purring sound again. You know, the one he calls groaning. I can’t understand why he’s rubbing his head though. I bit his foot, not his head. Oh, I see. He hit his head on the bookcase again. He does that a lot for some reason.
But he finally got it that time. He ran quickly to the kitchen saying, “Muffin wants some food, right?” Amazing. He actually learned. Well, sort of. He will forget again next time. There is something about humans They have trouble remembering which meow is for which thing. Oh well. He’s pretty good anyway and I do like him. Even if he can’t understand a plain meow. Until next time!
Muffin. (as meowed to Steve)
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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