The things we do for love

I just love the fact that I have Those Two wrapped around my little paws. Take last night, for instance. Mama G returned from Stop & Shop empty-handed, at least from my perspective, after she had promised to get me more treats. My bag had been empty for a day, and I wasn’t happy about it. I let her know it, too, with plenty of pouty looks and my pathetic little kitten-like cry.

She had screwed up, and she knew it. But she didn’t really feel like going all the way back to Stop & Shop, so instead she went to the little mom-and-pop convenience store just a couple miles away.  It’s the kind of place where locals go in a pinch to get all their essentials, which as near as I can tell consist of cigarettes, beer, propane and lottery tickets. Anyway, their selection of cat treats is not great: in fact, they had only one kind. I know Mama G was probably worried I wouldn’t like them, because I can be pretty finicky, but instead I couldn’t wait to pounce on those treats! Delicious!

Mama G also got a treat for herself, so I’m not sure her motives were entirely altruistic, but still, it was nice of her.