Digestive Trouble

by carolynholm

Digestives

Dear Mia,

Last night someone was making rude noises. Barfing noises. And I had to clean up a mess this morning.   I know it was you, Mia. I wish you’d do this on the tile bathroom floor instead of on my nice Armenian rug.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

You don’t know it was me. It could have been anyone. But maybe I had a digestive disturbance. I think I need some Digestive Biscuits.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

Oh please. Besides cats aren’t supposed to eat cookies. I’m sorry I ever let you nibble on one.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

They aren’t cookies. They are for digestion. And they are delicious. They make me crazy thinking about them!

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

They’re tasty, but I’m not sure what they do for digestion. I suspect it’s just a name. It’s a Brit thing. I think it’s odd that you like Digestive Biscuits so much.  I thought cats were strictly carnivorous.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

You are so conventional. I am an artist, I eat outside the box.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

You tried to steal them too. I found the package with teeth marks on it. I know they are your teeth marks because Puffin doesn’t eat cookies.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

It could have been Molly.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

Seriously? You think an elderly arthritic terrier could have jumped up onto the counter? I don’t think so. And by the way, the counter is strictly off limits and if I catch you there you are in Big Trouble.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

When you leave a package out on the counter you leave me no choice: I must examine it. That’s what cats do.  It’s an existential thing.

Love, Mia