As an ever-hungry kitten I make it a point to be in the kitchen whenever Mom is prepping food. You never know when she'll drop a little something on the floor. I move with lightening speed to capture my treat.
I love when she grates cheese in particular. Sometimes shreds fall on the floor like a little snowstorm. I purray to Cod for a blizzard.
I really didn't think it could get any better - until today.
Mom was making some chick-hen salad and I was at her feet - just in case. I heard her cry out a bad word and suddenly I was showered with mayo-covered chick-hen chunks! As she moved into action to grab a paper towel I did what I needed to - I shimmied them off and got to eating.
I even let Quill lick the mayo off my back.
I hope rain is in the forecast everyday...