This is Kitty our housecat. Well, actually, she owns the house and my husband and I are merely tenants. Anyway, like any house pet, we indulge her by giving her little treats. So when I cook chicken, she gets a tidbit or two. Just the sound of the opening of a can of tuna can bring her from anywhere in the house to the kitchen. So this is a common sight when I’m making dinner.
However, what she is begging for here is a little out of the ordinary. In fact, it’s downright strange. It’s not meat of any kind. Well, you’ll never guess, so here it is.
Tomato. She loves to eat tomato. When we get a knife out of the drawer, she comes running. She purrs and rubs my ankles and feet. She can barely reach the table, but she stretches up, grips the edge and gives me her most pathetic “I’m starving” look.
So we give her a couple of tidbits.
After all, as tenants here, who are we to deny the owner of the house?