Let’s talk about food.
Shakespeare, if you had your way, that’s all we would ever talk about.
Well, I happen to know that you like food, too. Besides, you weigh more than I do.
What does that have to do with the subject of food? You just want to pick on me like any little pesty brother would.
I am not pesty! Hey…..that’s kind of close to pesto. I know humans eat that ‘cuz I’ve seen them making it on some of the food shows Mom watches.
Shakespeare! Why do you want to talk about food?
Well, I’m kind of wondering why it takes only a couple of seconds for Mom to get our food ready but when she’s fixing her food it takes a really long time. Sometimes she even has to put it in that big black box that gets really hot.
That’s called an oven. Mom told me once when I started to get a little too close to it. It can be very hot and we are supposed to stay away.
Fine……but why doesn’t Mom put our food in there? Why does she just dish it out from that special container?
I don’t know.
Why doesn’t she cut up things and add lots of stuff to our food?
Maybe it’s because it takes so much time to get her human food ready that she doesn’t have any time left to do that for our food.
Why can’t we eat human food? I like bread. Mom could feed me bread and I would be very happy.
I know but Mom said we don’t get the right vimerals or mitamins or something like that. I wasn’t listening real good so I didn’t understand what she was saying.
I guess I’ll just be happy with the food she gives us ‘cuz it’s good and it’s making me grow up to be a healthy cat.
At last, you’re finally going to stop yakking.