“Mrs. Human it is time to paw my daily prompt. Where are you? Hello.”
No answer – looks like I have again been left on my own to write on the qualities of a juicy experience. I really only drink water, and that is not juicy, just very wet, but does well. Of course, there is the juice surrounding the tuna fish which I am now and again served, if Mrs. Human obliges. There you see how it is. We felines must wait until a human decides to serve the right thing.
Of course there is a system in the eating of tuna fish. The bowl arrives, and if Mrs. Human follows my instructions, which now and again happen, the tuna fish pieces swim in a sea of juice, fish juice, wonderful juice, the essence of feline dreams. As far as I am concerned, she can forget the fish and just serve the juice, but being human she cannot concentrate on such feline wishes. She concentrates on everything being good for you. If she served the hard unappetising vitamin pellets swimming in tuna fish juice, I might even be tempted to like them, but humans have no imagination – we felines eat with the eyes, whiskers and everything else. It is a joint effort of the feline physical construction.
And now down to work. First of all I slurp the juice, the pure juice, the wonderful juice, the essence of the feline eating world. When the juice is gone – what is left. Just the dry pieces of tuna fish. I then take a break to help with the digestion of the wonderful world of tuna fish juice, it is an unforgettable part of the food life of a feline. I return to the bowl after a digestive sleeping interval and eat the remainders. A further sleep is required to assist in savouring the pleasure of the wonderful food.
“Mrs. Human, where were you? You were at the hairdresser? I have written my daily feline prompt, you do not have to rush. And my bowl of tuna fish is empty. Time for a refill.”