Last night, we dined on lobster. By we, I mean everyone else but me because I’m not obsessed with lobster nor do I enjoy lobster goo all over my pajamas (I always wear pajamas to dinner). My cat, the lovely Jethro, got to meet his lobster friends before they were steamed in a wine broth (a nice way to go).
This is the picture story of what happened.
“What are these things?”
“This is a safe distance. I do not trust those claws. They should not trust mine.”
“Ok I guess we can be friends and go play scrabble together.”
“Where are you going?? We’d just signed a cease fire!”
“You’re doing what to them?”
“I’m not speaking to you for at least thirty minutes or until I get hungry again. Excuse me while I nap.”