Ponderings by Picasso
The human mom in my household somehow figured it out that I have taken a liking to deli lunch meat.
Not just any lunch meat, but thinly sliced maple ham (or Virginia ham, if maple is not available).
Gosh, if I could only be a fly on the wall when she goes to the deli counter at Giant Eagle and tells the clerk, "I need just a little bit of ham for my cat."
Not only does she shop for it, but when I stand by the refrigerator and stare, she figures it out that I want the lunch meat.
She neatly cuts it up into small pieces, and then places it on a napkin on the kitchen floor.
Sometimes, I just mess with her by walking away.
When's she's not looking, I go back and gobble it down.
Like I said, sometimes it's just too easy.