Supper Time

Every evening when my husband, son, and I sit down to eat, our cat Callie sits in the fourth chair. I've not been able to get a shot of everyone at the table. She sits in the chair and lays her little chin on the table like she's supposed to be served along with everyone else. My son said he noticed this evening that as soon as she heard me getting the plates out of the cabinets, she came running. She'll be disappointed that Eric leaves to go back to college Sunday because my husband and I always eat at the kitchen counter when it's just the two of us.