Taste my cat
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011Ok, so it’s not really about having a taste of my cat. Close enough though. I once ate cat food… Yuck, I know. It was frozen and weirdly looked like minced meat (bought by my dear mother) and I was asked to cook it. (My considerate mommy had already unpacked it.) I did. And then came the time to season it. Poured the salt and pepper (I did not taste it then) and I went on to prepare my food plate… *sensible souls, please stop reading now* (there’s nothing gory here, but if you get icky feelings about eating non-human food, well I would advise to stop now) lol Well, I took my plate and placed my food, topped with (what I was still thinking to be) minced meat. Ate two spoonfuls (even swallowed) and thought the taste was odd. Didn’t think there was anything to it, except maybe I cooked it wrong. Little did I know. Back in the kitchen to “inspect” what was wrong with the food and that’s when I saw it… A fish scale proudly sitting there laughing at my dumbfounded face. And right on cue entered my mother asking me if I had fed the cat yet. I crawled out of my skin… Somewhere though, I think dog food would have been worse. Lol