Food.

Tonight when 'D&D' came home from work, I received my usual portion of cat food. The kind that is in the little pouches. It was of the seafood variety. I really do enjoy it. Don't know exactly what it was. Could have been salmon. Could have been tuna. Could have been shrimp. Who knows? It all looks and basically tastes the same.

'D' cooked dinner tonight for himself and 'D'. I jumped up onto the counter to watch.
He opened a box, took out 2 cans of something and dumped them into a corningware pan. Then he mixed some white powder and water, and made this sticky, gooy mess, that he spooned on top of whatever was in the cans.

It smelled wonderful.

Then 'D' popped it into the oven ("at 400 degrees for 30 minutes" he muttered to himself).

The oven alarm went off. And 'poof'. Dinner was done. Boy did my mouth water! It smelled sooooooooo good and yummy. I could smell chicken, and sauces and all kinds of wonderful scents.

But did I get any of this? Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Me oh my, it's so unfair. My dinner comes out of a little pouch (all cold to boot), while 'D&D' dine on freshly made, hot, yummy food.

Mmmmmm, if only I can figure out how to operate that huge white stove-thingy! I would cook me up a real meal - fit for a king!

Well ...... I shouldn't complain. After all 'D' did give me a bite of his pastry tonight.