It was a big day. My flight was just a few hours from taking off and then I would be on my way to perhaps the biggest business meetings of my life. Five days of good looking women, great tasting tacos, and California sunshine. It was also the first time I was going to be away from him for longer than a day. Mr. Friskers and I had never been apart.
The doorbell rang. It was the cat sitter/house sitter, Jim, a former coworker of mine. I greeted him and showed him all of Mr. Friskers things – his bed, his toilet stool, the homemade cat food food, etc.
“Homemade cat food?” Jim questioned, “Is that like some dried fish or something?”
“No,” I said, “Mr. F does not eat fish. He’s vegan.”
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that if I popped open a can of tuna, he wouldn’t eat it?” Read more…