It is lunchtime.Megan has just come in from the garden. She sees Peter and me sitting at the dining room table eating. She comes over to stand in front of us. She smiles. We greet her. Megan meows. We think she is saying hello. We say again hello. We think her needs have now been satisfied and return to our meal. Megan looks disgusted, turns her back on us and strides out of the dinning room..
Megan is now in the kitchen. She is scraping with her tongue the bottom of an empty cat food bowl that she has found on the floor.
Finally, we get the message.
![]()
Copyright © Sheenah Large
March 24, 2003