Why I’ll never own cats

My sister’s friend turned 30 yesterday and my sister wanted to go out and celebrate, and she asked me if I’d watch her kids. I showed up starving at 7:15PM, and parked behind my sister in the driveway. My sister knew I hadn’t eaten and had taken out some frozen lasagna to thaw. I put it in the microwave while my sister finished getting ready to leave. The microwave beeped and I took the lasagna out and sat behind it on the kitchen table, ready to feast.

“Michael, can you move your car, I need to leave, I’m late.”

I left my food on the table and went down to move my car. My sister pulled out and drove away, and I went back upstairs to eat my lasagna. I walked into the kitchen to find both cats eating my dinner. I gently removed them from the table and asked Cedric (4) if they were eating my lasagna.

“Yes. But they’re not supposed to.”

“Why didn’t you yell at them?” I asked.

Cedric just shrugged.

I was faced with a dilemma. Either throw out the lasagna and go hungry, or suck it up and eat it. It would be an awful waste to get rid of that much food, and I was starving, so I ate it.

I’m glad I did, it was delicious.


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2 responses to “Why I’ll never own cats”

  1. This story made me throw up in my mouth.

  2. I laughed so hard I almost cried!! I could just see you patiently removing the culprits from the lasagne and questioning Cedric. Who typically of a 4 year old said…… yes, but they aren’t supposed to!

    You have come a very long way Baby from not even allowing us to share a sip of a drink to sharing with Sebastian and Belle!

    Next time you will make sure your food is under lock and key!