Uh, oh, mama is in the kitchen again making those little round things that have stuff on them–cheese, spreads, pate’, you know the stuff, but this time, she appears to be spreading caper butter on those tiny crackers and then (to me!) a GIANT slab of smoked salmon. If I sit here looking hopeful, what do you think might happen?
Probably nothing.
But there is something about smoked salmon that makes my whiskers water!
A friend is here from Belgium who mama and papa knew seven years ago and she stopped by to say hello and guess what–rub us down!
Well, not me, but she had a professional massage school in Belgium and now she is at a wonderful huge hotel with spa and so she offered a couple of rubs on her way through town and do you think mama and papa said NO? Well, think again. Both of them are sybaritic suckers for getting rubbed and believe me, I know what that’s like.
HEY, I can do massage therapy, too!
Oh, boy, I think that mama left out that little plate of you-know-what and left the room for a minute…
DO NOT TELL!
Uh, oh, she’s back–caught in the act. But I gave her such a mournful look of sorrow for my actions that she slipped me a salmon tidbit just the same.
I’m so sorry I even started to even think about the possibility of snatching a salmon canapé!
Hey, a kitty’s got to learn how to fix hors d’oeuvres, too. You never know when mama will need a helper…
Loulou, what is this undignified “sorry” nonsense all about?
A cat must never be sorry for being a cat and doing what a cat needs to do. What happened? did you fall in with some overly grovelling doggies or something?
It’s a shame you had to seek out the little salmon delights for yourself. A suitable Loulou sized serving, ought to have been brought to you in your chair.
Luff
Mungo
Well, the truth is, I was trying to be polite, but I find that it’s just not one of my stronger virtues….you’re right. But guess what? You’ll be proud of me when I tell you that I do not like smoked salmon anyway and asked mama for my plain vanilla salmon kitty food and I did that with a nice, LOUD, myow!!! There, aren’t you happy? Back to my kitty state…
You had salmon? Wow! The kitchen is a good place to be at your house.
Yeah, but I found out it was too salty for me and ate kibble….go figure.