Senyah has a Thanksgiving dinner at church tomorrow, so I volunteered to cook a couple of green bean casseroles for her. Okay, she asked me to, and I agreed (grin).

So I am opening the cans of mushroom soup, and both cats come running (weird, I never feed them canned), and give me very hopeful stares. Little Feet even stands up and reaches towards the top of the counter.

Okay... So I let both cats sniff the soup can, and they both kind of turn their noses at it. I offer the bowl with the green beans in it, and they both tell me "That's poison!".

Little Feet, however, gets up on the counter, to watch me more closely.

I turned my back for a moment, to put some mushroom soup on saucers, to see if they like that better (am I a good cat slave, or what?), and turn back around to find Little Feet licking the soup off some of the green beans.

I quickly gave them both their saucers. Don't tell Senyah (grin).

Copyright © Mark Edwards
November 19, 2000