Monday, March 31, 2014
Ambrosial Delight of Royals Everywhere: Gerber's Hams
Sometimes, when I haven't eaten my breakfast by the time the Human comes home from work, she gets to feeling all sad and guilty and worried that I am going to starve myself. That's when I move in for the kill. I gaze pathetically up into her eyes and meow softly, as though faint from hunger (never mind that I have eaten my crunchies all up). When the gaze and the meow and the guilt and the planets all line up just purrfectly, she cracks open a jar of the Good Stuff for me and pets me and coos whilst I enjoy it. Honestly, I almost feel bad for her sometimes.