Like most real estate agents I work long days and fairly irregular hours. Sometimes I'm home by six, other nights it's closer to ten.
My Champ is long suffering. He used to be an outdoor cat and he lived with his sister. Now it's just the two of us - and he's the one who bears the brunt of my crazy schedule.
Nothing is more poignant to me than coming home to find that he's once again left that one lone nibber in his bowl.
He keeps one in reserve - just in case - he still has one more piece of kibble in the bowl if worse comes to worst.
That solitary niblet kills me every time. And I love the window it gives to what he's thinking, to how he plans. He loves his food but has the self restraint to save that one last piece.
Give that man a bowl of kibble!
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