The Dangers of Cheese
Hi, Lizzie here today. I want to tell you about a darker side of myself. Normally I’m very well behaved (for a cat, anyway), but there’s one thing that will turn me into a drooling, slavering monster–cheese.
It starts out like this: mama gets out a few pieces of string cheese or cheese curds (we *are* in Wisconsin, after all)and I pick up the scent. My nose starts twitching, my whiskers go forward, and my brain locks down. I’m on a mission.
I forget who I am, where I am, all I want is CHEESE!
I don’t heed mama’s warnings. I’m a swiping, snarling animal (well, I AM an animal, but you know what I mean!).
And do you think I score any? Do you think I am rewarded? That would be a big fat NO! I am unceremoniously tossed off of her lap on to the floor, to share my troubles with my brother.
It’s hard being a cat! Have a good weekend, and I hope you have better luck than I do!