I got home from work tonight, and just as I was walking
through the front door, I heard Cat Man say, “Would you like some steamed Wild
Alaskan salmon in a delicate broth?” He even sounded like Bobby Flay!
I was tempted, especially because our newly launched minimalist
diets rarely allow for any deviations from the game plan. A delicate
broth? I’m in!
Turns out that Cat Man was talking to our cats and waving
the Fancy Feast salmon appetizer packet in front of their attentive eyes. Our
cats know the word “appetizer,” and they do not believe in depriving
themselves.
If only I had it so good. . . .