Spam!

I have just discovered Cat-mana. It's called Spam. It comes out of a can, like cat food. It smells like the best cat food ever. I had to stand on my hind paws the whole time Mommy was slicing it, trying to get as close as I could. She wouldn't let me on the counter so I could really appreciate it. She never lets me on the counter. Every morning, I sit on the counter, by my cat food, as a reminder, and she always yells at me to get down. But, back to Spam . . . I asked over and over again for some. She finally gave in and gave me a piece. Heaven. I wanted more but she wouldn't share. My dumb sister Mutzi just stared at her piece, so I ate hers too. And when Mommy was eating it in a sandwich . . . Of course I had to jump on her lap to get some more of that Spam goodness. She kept saying no and pushing me away. But, I am never one to be deterred. Finally, I had enough and took matters into my own paws. I quickly put my paw on her food, letting her know that I expected her to share. Well, she didn't see it that way. She put me on the floor and wouldn't let me up. Mutzi got to sit on her lap because Mutzi's too stupid to appreciate the great Spam! I know there's more in the 'fridge . . . Wonder if I can get the door open while Mommy's at work . . . Probably Mutzi will tell on me . . . stupid girl cat. Will say no more!

Ciao-miao!

~Rufus