Bird
There was bird. Wonderful bird. He could smell it. The human, he had to admit was pretty good about sharing. She usually gave him a taste of the bird she called "turkey", but never enough. Whenever he tried to help himself, she thumped him on the forehead with a finger and said, "Not for cats." So unfair. He was expected to content himself with just a taste when there was a whole container of it. Sitting right there. Not to mention the irrtatingly undignified thump on the head. Then she'd close up the container and put it in the cold box. Many enticing smells came out of the cold box. He wasn't allowed in there. And that was unfair, too.
But something was different, today. She'd closed up the container, but hadn't put it in the cold box. And she was gone. The container was accessible. He jumped up onto the table next to it. It was closed. Humph. It must be OK to eat since she'd left it out for him, but how was he supposed to open it? He pawed at it. It didn't open. Frustrating! He chewed on one of the corners. That didn't open it either. He prodded it with a paw. The container moved, but didn't open. Time to jump down, circle around, and come at this from another angle. He rubbed his face on it, marking it HIS, in case one of the other cats got any ideas while he was gone. While he was leaning into it, it moved away, throwing him off balance. Then it continued to move away as it fell off the table and onto the floor. Whoops. But the smell was stronger. He jumped down after it. The container was OPEN! And there was BIRD! It was delicious.
Full belly meant nap time. He curled up on the chair and went to blissful sleep. Later, he heard her come in and put dry crunchies in his bowl. He didn't feel like getting up. She called him with concern in her tone. For that, he deigned to lift his head and blink at her. Crunchies? No, thanks. I'm good. He went back to sleep.
