Ice Cream
by carolynholm
Hey Mom,
I found this weird food. Ghhhaaack.
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
You got up on the table again, you rascal.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
What is this stuff?
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
Ice Cream. You had the nerve to get into the ice cream carton.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
It was just sitting there!
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
I step out of the room for one lousy minute, and I come back to a cat dipping his feet into the ice cream carton.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
I wanted to see what it is. It’s weirdly cold!!!!!
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
It is. That’s a feature of ice cream. You’ll notice it has the word ice in it. And it doesn’t have the word cat on it. As in food for cats.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
Is that sarcasm?
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
Yes. That’s exactly what that is.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
It doesn’t have the word human on it. So maybe it’s not food for humans either.
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
Nice try. Meanwhile, now you are leaving sticky foot prints everywhere.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
Why would someone want to eat anything so freakishly cold?
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
It’s just a human thing. We like it.
Love, Carolyn
Mom
And it’s sweet.
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
Humans swoon over sweet.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
You don’t know much about good food.
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
We’re just different. Humans blanch at the idea of crunching on a mouse head.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
I want to crunch a mouse head!!!!!!
Charlie
Dear Charlie,
You’ll have to catch it first, because I’m not giving you one.
Love, Carolyn
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