Feeding Alban

A Sunday or two ago, while we were playing Advanced Dungeons and Dragons with a friend, Mom decided it was time to feed Alban. It was a little past time by the clock, and Alban was in the dining room, Being Obvious.

[smile]

So Mom went to the fridge, got out the kitty food, and set it down on the floor in the kitchen.

Alban turned to look at it sort of over his shoulder with his best "What is That doing _there_?" look.

Mom put the can away, and came back. Mom picked up Alban's dish.

"You want it in there? Okay, there it is." Mom set Alban's dish on the dining room floor right in back of Alban.

Alban continued to stare at his food dish with his best "What is That doing _there_?" look.

The AD&D players around the table watched Alban with interest.

Mom washed the spoon she'd used on Alban's cat food and a couple of other dirty dishes.

Alban continued to to stare at his food dish with his best "What in That doing _there_?" look.

Mom tidied the kitchen.

Alban continued to stare at his food dish with his best "What is That doing _there_?" look.

Mom fixed herself a plate of goodies.

Alban continued to stare at his food dish with his best "What is That doing _there_?" look.

Mom bought her plate in, and looked at Alban.

Alban continued to stare at his food dish with his best "What is That doing _there_?" look.

Mom went over to Alban.

"Okay, okay," Mom said, picking up Alban's dish and putting it in front of him, "There's your dish. Is that what you wanted?"

Alban sniffed the food now that it was at his feet. Then he crouched down and began to eat.

Apparently that _was_ what Alban wanted.

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Copyright 2000 Anne Elizabeth Baldwin, Hilo, Hawaii
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