I was just putting the lasagne in the oven to bake when Mallory wandered into the kitchen, peering sadly into the small box of cat treats we'd bought just the day before.
"There's hardly any Dreamies left, mom! What happened to them?"
I set the timer and started to answer "I don't know, Mallory. I didn't ..."
I was interrupted in mid-phrase as JP joined us in the kitchen and announced in an injured voice:
" Those new snacks you bought really don't taste very good, you know!"
Mystery solved.
8 comments:
ROFL!!! Oh, poor JP!
You're sweet. actually, he wasn't too traumatized. The French have a rep for eating just about anything and it may be justified.
Upon being told that they were kitty treats, he said "Oh- in that case, they weren't all that bad, really..."
jejejejejejejejeje.....was he the only one eating them????
Yes- he was a bit hungry and knew the lasagne wouldn't be done for a while, so he decided to have a little snack...
Oh, ew.
Still, people survive on cat food, so I guess cat treats aren't that different, eh?
Great story!
OMG!
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