Meow. The food bank needs your help | Home Again

By Joanne Peterson | Sep 07, 2018

My cat Mocha and I sometimes have lengthy conversations. She appears before me, looks up with her blue Siamese eyes and says, “Meow.”

Sometimes I say, “What do you want?” and she takes me directly to the kitchen – as any self-respecting home-ruling animal will do.

Our actual conversations, though, are different from any I ever experienced with my beloved orange boy Ben. He wasn’t much into talking.

If food isn’t what she has in mind, Mocha sits down in front of me and says “meow” again, and I respond with my own “meow.” Then she responds, “meow,” and I respond and she responds and … well, you get the monotonous picture.

We extended one conversation to 10 “meows” each, which I told her showed great cat intelligence.

Mocha gave me a withering look and yawned. Oh, my. What I thought was her half of the conversation? Probably her every “Meow” translated from Siamese into some English word like “Blah,” when I thought every “Meow” was a sort of abbreviation for concern about global warming or saving whales.

Mocha’s expression told me she thought I was demonstrating the opposite of great human intelligence. Honestly, we don’t have many of those long conversations anymore, and that’s OK.

I don’t know why I’m telling you this, as repeatedly meowing back at a cat doesn’t reflect well on me. Also, unless you are a cat person, it’s likely you aren’t interested anyway.

But speaking of cats?

The Edmonds Food Bank, located at Edmonds United Methodist Church on Caspers Street, is low on cat food. Yes, the food bank provides pet food to pet owners who rely on the food bank to help feed their families.

Sometimes (now!) the supply of cat food runs low. So if you feel called to help someone feed a beloved pet, I hope you’ll donate a bag of cat food to the Edmonds Food Bank. (I’ll let you know when there’s a shortage of dog food.)

I’ve heard it said that people who go to food banks have no business owning pets. Here’s the thing: Only each person turning to the food bank for assistance knows the circumstances bringing that person through the door. That’s it.

And if you’ve never needed to walk through that door for the first time and ask for help, you can’t know how hard it is. There’s no room for judging at the food bank. As to pet ownership? If a family in financial distress has a pet, everybody in the home benefits from the devotion and companionship of that animal, quite likely acquired when circumstances were better.

I can’t imagine anybody having to give up a pet for lack of food.

While I’m thinking about the Edmonds Food Bank, I’ll mention the cheerful and dedicated men who faithfully volunteer early every Monday morning to sort bags. These diligent men organize hundreds of donated bags, so workers can easily pick up a stack just the right size for apples, onions, potatoes – even Meow Mix!

Women sometimes sort bags, too, and their work is appreciated; however, it was only the men who asked me today (again!) when they would appear in my column. So, guys, finally, you’re in my column. I appreciate you. Truly.

Everybody at the Edmonds Food Bank appreciates you. I think that must be enough. Perhaps now you’ll quit hiding my car keys.



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