I’m going to tell a story on my mother and my childhood cat, Spice.
Every morning, Spice would yell to be fed her breakfast. Mama would crack open a can of Fancy Feast for Spice, Spice would sniff it and wander off. This would piss Mama off to no end. One day, in the afternoon, Mama picked up Spice’s breakfast dish, only to realize it was empty of food. Mama looks at me and says “Ah man, the cat is smarter than me. She’s been planning ahead. She’s not hungry when we leave in the morning, but she knows she’ll be alone all day, so she yells at me to make me put food down so it’s there when she wants it.”
From then on, Spicey would yell for her breakfast, Mama would feed the cat, cat would sniff it and walk away, Mama would say “Fine eat it later.”
I’m going to tell a story on my mother and my childhood cat, Spice.
Every morning, Spice would yell to be fed her breakfast. Mama would crack open a can of Fancy Feast for Spice, Spice would sniff it and wander off. This would piss Mama off to no end. One day, in the afternoon, Mama picked up Spice’s breakfast dish, only to realize it was empty of food. Mama looks at me and says “Ah man, the cat is smarter than me. She’s been planning ahead. She’s not hungry when we leave in the morning, but she knows she’ll be alone all day, so she yells at me to make me put food down so it’s there when she wants it.”
From then on, Spicey would yell for her breakfast, Mama would feed the cat, cat would sniff it and walk away, Mama would say “Fine eat it later.”
True story.