On Wednesday night I came in late. Daniel had made cheesy shapes in the afternoon and one of them was lying on the kitchen floor. I picked it up, blew on it and ate it. I did have some qualms but, you know, the floor was clean, I had blown on it [protection against all known germs], I was hungry and otherwise the cheesy shape would have gone in the bin. I noticed it seemed to have lost its cheese on the way to the floor and was mostly cheese flavoured dough.
I came back to the kitchen ten minutes later and there was another cheesy shape on the floor without its cheese. How could this be? Everyone was in bed. Who could have taken a cheesy shape from the plate on the counter, put it on the floor and eaten off all the cheese? That’s when I realised I had shared the previous cheesy shape with the cat. I put the next one in the bin.
Is it mean to laugh?
Yes, but entirely appropriate.
The term ‘cheesy shapes’ would tend to worry me, even without the whole floor/cat thing.
What , pray, is wrong with ahapes that are cheese covered? If you’re good we’ll give you some as a starter at Christmas.
So, let me get this right: your cat turned her nose up at Daniel’s cooking while you’re less fussy than your cat.
Reminds me of the time my mother drank my grandma’s false-teeth water. An old music hall joke, perhaps, but true in this case.
Correct. Enjoying the teeth.