Mom said she could go the entire rest of the year and not get "the usual" in the morning. We got up...she fed me and prepared her own food.
I ate. The coffee was finished making, and she decided on oatmeal for herself this morning. It was in the bowl...walnuts added and stirred in. Coffee was poured--- and as she came down the hallway to the computer room...VOILA! A HUGE hork at the doorway awaited her. I was nothing if not impressive with the amount.
Breakfast for her was rapidly cooling as she tried to clean it all up. I went about my business. She ate the cooled oatmeal and drank the lukewarm coffee. That's her lot as a mom. Tuff, but someone has to do it.
Sushi and ice cream. Pawfect for settling my tummy, don't you agree? Mom took this as an example of my relaxing after all the horking activity that just exhausted me. Watching her clean up is like watching a whirlwind after I hork all over the carpet.