Meal for Today
Diet, Food and Alcohol.
Cat: Man! Smell that bacon! My tummy’s growling like a lion! Any crumbs left from lunch?
Man: (Rubbing his belly) Wish I had, Whiskers. Rent monster ate all the food this week. Only leftover beans for us.
Cat: Beans?! Ugh, those things taste like sadness. My whiskers deserve something… juicy! Remember that steak we “borrowed” from the butcher? Now that was a feast!
Man: Yeah, good times. But my ears still ring from his yell. We can’t raid kitchens every other day. My conscience squeaks too loud.
Cat: (Flicking his tail) True, true. But we gotta be smart, not scaredy-cats. We have talents, see? You fix everything with those magic fingers, and I… well, I can melt hearts with my purrs.
Man: You mean those head-bumps and sad meows that work on Grandma, not Mrs. Johnson the baker!
Cat: (Smirking) Exactly! You pretend to fix Mrs. Peabody’s faucet, all clumsy and stuff. Meanwhile, I’ll “accidentally” knock over a vase or two behind the curtain. She’ll be so busy worrying about her knick-knacks, she won’t even notice the extra tuna in your bag.
Man: But Cat, that’s like… lying! And stealing! My tummy might rumble, but my heart feels icky.
Cat: (Nudging him) Relax, Man. It’s not really stealing. Just… borrowing a taste of good food till your next paycheck hits. And hey, we’ll fix the vase too, promise. Think of it as an adventure, with delicious rewards!
Man hesitated, his rumbling tummy battling his squeaky conscience. Cat’s eyes gleamed with mischievous promise, and a tiny thrill sparked in Man’s chest.
Man: Okay, okay. But if she yells like the butcher, we run fast, faster than scaredy-cats! Deal?
Cat: Deal! Operation Full Bellies is a go!
