One morning the adult female made round sausages for breakfast. They smelled divine but she would not give me one, instead she offered me som delicious turkey. I accepted. When she went upstairs to stand in the rain box, I hopped on the counter and snatched a sausage. It tasted even better than it smelled. There was one problem though: it was a large hunk of meat. I relish ripping up a bird, but I am too polished to just rip meat up. So I carried it to the landing by the adults' bedroom. I began to meow loudly at them, incessantly. Within a few moments they opened the door. The male said, "ah! Poor thing, looks like she threw up." I meowed more. The female ran downstairs and said, "oh poor kitty, it looks like you threw up big time!" I looked at my sausage and she realized quickly that it was not vomitus, but a sausage. She and the male laughed and congratulated each other on having such a good cat: "she snatched a sausage and then felt badly about it, so she is meowing to say, 'I am sorry! I should t have done this!' Good kitty!" Of course they threw the sausage away while praising me. People are weird. And of course I wasn't saying "SORRY! I feel guilty!" I was asking, "could you cut this up for me, please? Now?"
Yesterday there were more sausages. I have learned my lesson. Yesterday I snatched one and gnawed the edges off in the middle of he living room, and then left the excess for the people to find. Ha! Sorry? Don't think so.
Alisa
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