If you read my blog (and thank you if you do!), you know that the Crankee Yankee and I are cat lovers. We are also massive suckers for the strays in our area too. We put out food and water for our “frequent flyers,” the neighborhood cats, but any creature who is hungry and thirsty is welcome as well.

Our “regulars” are cats and sometimes the odd skunk (it seems we have made a deal with them; as long as they don’t spray us). Neither of us can stand seeing any creature who is hungry and/or cold. During the winter months, we provide warm shelter in our garage and under our back porch. (And probably right now you are thinking ‘jeez, these people ae nuts!’ And you would be right; we are.)

Our diners may have homes and people who love them, but we can’t tell, so everyone eats at our house. I never had children, so therefore I have become one of those crazy cat people. Hey, to each his/her own. The Crankee Yankee also has a soft heart, so he is also on board.

We have been doing this for years, and it also makes me think of the fabulous Cab Calloway who sang this song “Everybody Eats Wehn They Come to Our House:”

“Have a banana, Hannah
Try the salami, Tommy
Get with the gravy, Davy
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

Try a tomato, Plato
Here’s cacciatore, Dory
Taste the bologna, Tony
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

I fix your favorite dishes
Hopin’ this good food fills ya
Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone
You better eat if it kills ya.

Pass me a pancake, Mandrake
Have an hors d’oeuvre-y, Irvy
Look in the fendel, Mendel
Everybody eats when they come to my house.

Hannah, Davy, Tommy, Dora, Mandrake
Everybody eats when they come to my house

Pastafazoola, Tallulah
Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel
Now, don’t be so bashful, Nashville
Everybody eats when they come to my house!”