Crunch

Mommy doesn't eat much anymore, but the other day, she picked up a slice of pizza from Valentino's because she wanted something crunchy.

I usually am not impressed with human food unless it is turkey from Honeybaked Ham because I am just prissy like that. But lately, Mommy has been feeding us a wee bit less, and I've been very hungry. She had brought in the plants from the balcony (the first frost killed most of them), but after Kadi and I got to snacking on the palm tree, it got shoved back outside and we were still lookin' for chow.

So anyway, Mommy was sittin' on the couch, eating her piece of pizza and staring blankly into space (not a far stretch of the imagination). I jumped up on the arm of the couch and investigated the cheesy square. She didn't really notice me -- she knows I normally don't give a hoot about what she has. But I was intrigued and reached out and took a bite of the crust.

Ouch! It was tough! So I bit it a few more times. She finally noticed and was rather entertained that I was so intent on eating pizza like a little girl would. She ended up breaking off the piece that simply couldn't get, but I didn't care much for it when I wasn't eating her dinner for her. And it mustn't have been that good for her, either, because she threw most of it away. But I am now known as her little carb fiend!