Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for May 25, 2013
Transcript:
Biscuit: Look at them...all sitting around with their noses in their devices... What's happened to family communication?! Biscuit: YIP! Val: Somebody feed the dog. TIK TIK Holly: It's Alix's turn. TIK TIK TIK Alix: Says who?? TIK TIK TIK TIK TIK Gramma Evie: Oh, for Pete's sake, I'll do it.
My sister and I had an agreement about our family cat: she hated the sound and texture of wet food, whether it was chunks in gravy or a solid SHHHHHH-PHLUMPHY mass that hit the cat bowl without changing the shape of the container, and I could not stand the litterbox cleanup (ick ick ewwww gross!). Worked very well for us: I fed the cat twice a day, she had litterbox duty. All of us were happy, except for mom who turned out to be allergic to the cat. Dang.