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perfectly timed lunch

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Mari is off for a rehearsal today. She's a budding Jazz singer, and has a performance coming up this month. (She's getting really good!)

So she asked me to look after Kenny of course. And since I usually only seem to do about 5% of the work around here, I was more than happy to do so. The only bit that I dreaded was that with the heat and so on he's been a bit .. active. And as Mari was preparing to leave, he was just cresting the 'high' phase and heading into cranky. So she suggested that I feed him soon.

She left, and I had natto donburi (rice bowl with green onion and fermented soy beans, drizzled with soup broth in Ken's case) ready for us both.

And I was amazed at how well he was eating. He was clearly hungry, yet wasn't fussing at all as is his usual routine. And then it happened.

He did a head bob while his eyes drifted to close. He was falling asleep! Feeding him quickly, I managed to get one large spoonful after another into him, only pausing to let him drift off a bit if I thought he was pulling out of his glide into slumber. I even managed to get him to drink.

Mari left at 11:30. But 12:00 he was fed and asleep. Gods only know what it would have been like if she hadn't cautioned me to feed him right away.