|Why wasn't this is my dish?|
TW was getting ready to run errands when I hoisted myself out of bed and demanded lunch. She felt bad cos she'd stepped on my poor little paw yesterday and caused me to scream out loud so she knew she better prepare my lunch pronto. She got out my Soulistic Island Illusion and grabbed a dish. As she ripped the pouch open, I heard a splat and some HBO words. Bear in mind that Island Illusion is one of the fishiest-smelling foods on the planet. In short, it smells heavenly. Cod knows why TW doesn't think so. Check out this mess. It looks like someone tossed their cookies, doesn't it?
To her credit, she poured what was left—about half a pouch—into my bowl and fed me before the big cleanup. To her detriment, she didn't open another pouch to replace what was on the floor. While carrying the food over to me, she discovered her slippers also had some fallout on them. In a sense, she was dragging it all over the room. I was giddy with delight as I watched her kick her slippers off.
I won't eat unless one of my peeps is standing there watching me so I took my time noshing while the mess on the floor stood uncleaned. TW's hands were covered with tuna and salmon juice as she stood watch over the dining Diva. The juice on the floor was gelling and smelling to high Heaven! Island Illusion never tasted—or smelled—so good. I slurped up what was left of the pumpkin soup and then went to investigate what the big fuss was about. Is this it? I axed. It's cat food; what's the problem? I was ready to help in the cleanup when the dreaded flashy box made an appearance. I wanted her to document it for this blog but couldn't she wait until I had my cut? Are your peeps as clumsy as mine?