Succumb to Temptation

“Ok, yes I know, I still have you” she told her pet cat, Boris, a slightly…well actually a very over weight, tabby cat. He continued curl himself around her legs and replied with another meow, probably meaning in cat speak, “hey, it’s been a least 2 hours since you put anything in my bowl, I’m starving, look at me, I’m wasting away, honest, I am”. She bent down and picked him and gave him hug. Boris meowed in half-protest at the indignity of it.

“Ok, I shouldn’t, but you’ll just pester me until do.”

Brenda was doing her best not to over feed him, her vet had told her he was over weight; but hey once in a while won’t hurt, she reassured her conscience. She carried Boris over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a box of dried food, and placing him on the floor, poured a generous amount into his bowl and spilling quite a bit of it, because Boris, in his eagerness to get to the food, had pushed his head under the box.

“Oh, Boris” she gently scolded him “you little pig.” Boris was far too busy with the serious business of eating to notice either the food cascading over his head or scold, to comment. Oh well, he’ll get around to eating them soon enough.