paper plates

The girlies eat off paper plates. Dixie paper plates. I get them at the dollar store although they cost five dollars for a big stack. I eat off paper plates, too, except the bigger ones. For different reasons though. I hate washing dishes, so that's why I use them. If they had paper pans, I'd use them, too.

The girlies' plates are a different story. I live in fear that I'm going to touch cat food. One night I opened a can and a piece of it flew up onto my lip. I scrubbed my face for hours. I'm also not going to wash cat food dishes and get cat food in the sink or on a sponge or a dish cloth. If they come near me after they've eaten, I'm very careful not to let their lips touch me.

Enter catastrophe. I forgot I used the last one last night. And I've been using theirs because I've been out for a few days. So I peered into the cabinet, looking for something I could put it on. Nothing except my dishes so that was out. Then I had the bright idea to use a plastic storage container. I could throw it out. I put the cat food in it, and they both circled it. Sophie finally had enough nerve to check it out very cautiously, but Molly said, oh, no, no way am I going near that. Back to the cabinet, where I found an old glass pie pan of my mother's. I got a plastic spoon and scooped the food onto it. Molly did sniff from a few inches away. Sophie finally decided if she was going to eat it was going to have to be from a very weird receptacle.

Molly is now pacing around. It's going to be a very long night. Not to mention that I'm going to have to scrape cat food off the pie plate and wash it. Or, sorry Mom, throw the whole thing away.