Canned Again
A couple weeks ago, I had to provide cream and sugar for a
thing we had at work. I don't use cream or sugar for coffee or
anything, so I didn't have any. A co-worker picked up some sugar
cubes and half-and-half at the store. I had a container of half-
and-half left. I don't usually use that, so I thought I'd make
something to use it with. So I picked up a package of tuna helper
at the store which called for milk and decided I would use the
half-and-half. Last Saturday night I had already had dinner
(luckily) but the half-and-half date was running out so I thought
I'd make my dish. I mixed it all up and went for the can of
tuna. Opened it. Put it in. Hum, didn't quite smell like tuna or
feel like tuna. It had to be broken up. But it had to be tuna.
That was the only thing like it that was in that place. So into
the microwave it went. Well, it still bothered me that what was
in there was a non-tuna-like substance. I thought about what
could that be in there. Well, my dearly beloved, departed,
deceased kitty, before she died, had to eat K/D food because of
her failing kidneys. I fed it to her dry, but I had purchased a
couple of cans of K/D to try. She turned up her nose at it, and
the can which had been opened that she didn't eat was history
long ago, but uh, this one was about to be history in my dinner.
I jerked the stuff out of the microwave and fed it to the garbage
disposal. Mind you, the can of stuff was more expensive than
tuna. And my house mate keeps referring to whether I'll be buying
"cat food helper" at the store, and about my new "cat chatorey"
recipe. I do wonder what that tuna helper would have tasted
like, but not with the said meat inserted in it!
Ann McCay