The other night when the unborn child started twerking in my tummy, I tried testing out my mommy skills to figure out what she wanted.
I hadn’t eaten much for dinner. Was she hungry?
I reached over to the nightstand’s box of Pop-Tarts that hadn’t been touched since the first trimester. The crinkling foil woke up Ozzy Pups. He moved from my feet and sat close to my stomach…on my right side.
Esme Kitty mimicked his actions, but she sat on my left side.
I gave Ozzy a small piece of Pop-Tart, and then I offered Esme a piece as well. I expected her to turn her nose up at it. It wasn’t meat, cheese, chips, or blueberry muffins, and that’s the extent of her human food diet.
She ate it.
I was stunned.
Ozzy, who was obviously expecting her rejected piece, was stunned.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course my cat likes Pop-Tarts. Duh.
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