Meatloaf Yum Yum
 

Let me make this purrrfectly clear. I do not care much for human food. But every cat has his or her weakness. Mine is the disgusting looking but ohhhh-so-tasty human concoction called "Meat Loaf."

The Big Owner's wife spent the afternoon mushing together a combination raw hamburger meat (reminds me of a
freshly captured mouse), a couple of eggs (humans get mad at me for breaking them, what kind of example is this?), crumbled bread (wish they'd use dry cat food), and chopped up veggies (a healthier version of the grass I eat).

 I love human meat loaf. I hung around the dinner table waiting for  a scrap to fall. Or maybe the kids would flip me a piece?
 Nothing. This is torture.
That big, huge meat loaf was calling my name.

 The humans left the dinner table for a moment. I made my move.  No sooner had they turned their backs when I leapt up on to the kitchen table and plunged my furry face in to the casserole dish.

The humans must have heard me because they turned around to find  my snout covered in meat loaf. No sense worrying about the consequences now. The Big Owners were appalled. They were so shocked they
couldn't move.

You snooze, you lose. I nosedived back into that baby for a last few bites. I was in heaven. No human touched he meat loaf after I had my way with it.  In fact, I enjoyed it as leftovers for the next week.

It was a good day.

  Thanks for your permission  Mark Mason [email protected]