Yeah, I know I’ve been pretty quiet around these parts lately. I’ve been in school the past couple of weeks, building a new bicycle (more on that later). Those days are long and exhausting, starting right after sunrise and ending after sunset.
That puts a crimp on taking photos.
Plus, Goddess is doing her school work in the evenings and on the weekends, so we’re doing a lot of waving to each other as we pass in opposite directions. Our schools are less than a block apart from the each other.
So in the evenings, I get home for what may or may not be 45 minutes with her to sit, have dinner and talk about whatever is going on. Skinny gets fed during that time.
I know, because I see it.
But within two minutes of Goddess leaving for school, he tries to play me like a a kid would. “Dad, I’m wasting away! I haven’t been fed for DAYS!”.
It’s like clockwork every night.
He has become quite vocal in his protests. It’s quite funny.
Although I try to teach him patience, he gets one last bit of dinner. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t get any sleep. Actually, Goddess wouldn’t. I don’t hear Skinny at night.
Here’s a shot from last winter, from our living room in Germany. Skinny has been served a portion of his dinner. He’s just waiting to be released to scarf it down.
Truth be told, he does eat better than most humans.
He deserves it.