Ok, not really because I don't have "fancy" gadgets like a garbage disposal. I actually have a white stray cat who eats the scraps/leftovers that I leave for her/him.
The truth is, I have no idea if the cat is male or female. I've never looked him/her in the face. I only know the cat is white because that's all I see of it. A white streak. And of course because I'm the queen of originality, I named the it Streak Cat. I know. It doesn't seem so clever to me anymore either.
I cleaned out our refrigerator Monday night. I'm sad to say there were still some Christmas leftovers in there. Don't judge me. After I left a huge mound of food for Streak Cat I thought he/she would surely love me for life. Surely this was the most food he/she had ever seen in their life. Of course, I can only assume this since we've never discussed it or anything. You know what I found last night?
The food.
All of it.
Untouched.
Streak was nowhere to be found. I didn't see him/her dart from under the shed or porch. Of course, because I'm not really an animal lover my first thought was not "I hope Streak is ok." Honestly, my first thought was "Great, now I have all this food in my yard and no one to eat it."
Streak....please come home. I really want that food gone. Now. Actually, yesterday.
I wonder if Streak is still upset with me for leaving a pound cake for him/her that I fell asleep while baking and it baked for a total of 4 1/2 hours. Sure, it was a little "crispy" but that's no reason to boycott my leftovers all together.
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