Mom made salmon patties the other day, out of the nasty, chewy scraps they pack into the can so they can skimp on the juice. It’s a little sad that Mom and Charlie eat the scraps to keep them from going to waste, while I get all the good stuff, but they’re very
As always, Mom poured all that good juice into a little bowl for me. Charlie scoffed, saying things like, “Puttin’ down a bowl for a cat to eat out of,” and, when I was eating out of it, “You scoundrel. You fat rat.” But it’s obvious from his tone of voice that he really loves me but thinks he’s too gruff to admit it. He doesn’t fool me.
Oh, by the way, he left a drop cloth spread neatly on the floor and one crumpled into a mess on the floor. Guess what I did? Even he couldn’t help but notice that I discriminated between them, sparing the neat one. He’ll thank me later.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What special treat do your humans give you?