As some of you may or may not have noticed, I frequently post a "shout" describing what I am making for breakfast on Sunday mornings. I am an early riser and only cook breakfast on Sunday mornings, though sometimes I will also cook breakfast on a holiday. So, I get up at 5:30, start the coffee (I skip running "to the tree and back"---a bit of Fellow Laborer humor), grab the paper from the front stoop and, simultaneously, start on the crossword puzzle and breakfast. Through all the clatter of pots and pans, sizzling, chopping and stirring, the two cats remain completely oblivious to the commotion. Not a whimper, not so much as a twitch emerges from those seemingly immobile clumps of fur. Now, no matter what else I make, I will also make a couple strips of bacon and 2 scrambled eggs for my wife. Still, this activity goes completely unnoticed by the cats. But, as soon as my wife's feet hit the floor and head for the kitchen, the cats instantly come alive as the unrelenting begging and whining begin. I'm not really sure how much of the "bacon and eggs" my wife actually consumes. I only know there is none left as the whining subsides and the two cats curl up, once again, to a motionless morning slumber. ----Bon appetite!