I’ve taken up a new hobby. I can hold a cat up to my head (my cat Frank at least) and tell what he ate for dinner. See?
My guess: some Science Diet adult formula. And. Wait… I sense something else.. it’s… it’s..
Ah HA. The last piece of Italian Sassidge I had saved from my bowl of pasta. That’s my favorite part and I always save one hunk for last. I can’t send a noodle down the hatch as last bite, it’s so… unsatisfying. But it looks as if that’s going to be the case tonight. FRANK.
Some would say I can’t read a cat’s stomach at all and it’s just the fact that my bowl was empty when I returned to it and he was the only one here. There’s always going to be some skeptics out there. To those people: don’t come bitching to me to solve your food-related crimes when stuff is missing from your plates. Nope. You’re on your own, buddy.
Let's see if you can read Frank's tummy like that without holding him up!!! Then you would be a real live folk hero!!!!!
-Could you show me how to do that with my little Skittly-doo?? There are feathers missing from his pink mouse toy.Hmmmm…
When I was in grade school, my cat Michael used to steal the leftover breakfast sausage off my plate after I went out to catch the bus and my mom would watch from the living room window. When she'd come back in the kitchen, she'd find him under the table noshing on that thing like it was a cigar.
Oh yeah, and I like to lay my head on my cat's belly to listen to her tummy gurgle. It's what I do.