On husbands, cats, and chicken salad.
Hub went upstairs to make us all sandwiches. He got his chicken salad made just the way he liked it. At this point the 2 year old decided it was naptime, so hub took her upstairs to put her to bed. He came back to the kitchen to find the cat eating his chicken salad. Hub then threw away said chicken salad in a fit of pique. And he’s threatening to pull off the cats’ legs.
About the cat. He’s 12 years old, anemic, hyperthyroid, and has kidney failure. I have to give him subcutaneous fluids nightly, plus 3 pills and a vitamin syrup. The poor guy has been on this nasty low protein special catfood for the past couple of years to control his renal failure. Can you blame the poor guy for trying to score some chicken salad?