Today I was thrilled when my slave opened the salmon today. Yum. Salmon has that lovely flaky consistency and the meow mix version has a tasty sauce. And the color... appetizing. I took a few bites and it was good but....
I decided I would like to have the chicken and liver instead. Chicken and liver (the meow mix version anyway) has little cubes of chicken together with chunks of liver in a brown livery sauce. Mmmmm.
So I approached my slave and gave a few squeeky and plaintive miaows until she followed me to see what was wrong. Then I hopped up on the dining room table to show her. Initially, she said I had to eat what was in front of me. "I'm not going to open another one," she said.
Then I turned my sad eyes on her and gave one lone mew. She melted before my eyes. I had chicken and liver before you could say chi...
So when it comes to entree choice my fellow cats, you don't have to make a choice. You can have both...if your crafty.
1 comment:
at least you gets stinky goodness; all we gets is the crunchy stuff. an' whatefur we can nick from the beans' plates;-)
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