Breakfast for Michael the Cat

Now that Opa has finished his course of antibiotics, he is definitely feeling better. It shows, not only in his mood but also in his creativity. He's back to preparing interesting meals, not only for himself and me but also for Michael the Cat.

This morning, Michael was treated to a bowl of dry, uncoooked, soup noodles with a side of crumbled chicken bouillon cubes.

I thought this was pretty clever since, unlike the other cat meals that Opa has lovingly prepared (like sandwiches, cheese wedges, pudding, bananas, mango juice, cereal, milk, and bowls of sugar), the ingredients of this one were closer to those of commercial cat food.

But as usual, Michael would have none of it. The expression on his face this morning was like "Seriously?"

Unlike Opa, Michael knows exactly where his cat food is. It's in the kitchen, steps from his food and water bowls. He'll even show you if you forget.   

He probably showed Opa, too, but his efforts were obviously ignored.