Guess what is on the paper towel by my white-tipped toes?
That's right--it's a cruller donut!
Thank you, Ceiling Cat!
Really, it was Mommy who gave Daddy (and me, by default) the donut. One of the guys at work brought a box of them in, and Mommy
got off her dietary high horse caved and ate one.
(hey, it had cinnamon crumbs on it, it was practically health food!--ed)
decided felt so guilty about eating it the only thing that would expiate her gluttonous sin was to have Daddy eat one too. Her logic may be skewed, but if it means tasty snax me (and Daddy) aren't arguing.
I had never eaten a donut before, so I started out with a tentative lick, and OH. MY. COD. was it ever good.
Kitties, I'm here to tell you that I went to town on that wondrous piece of pastry; in fact I enjoyed it so much that I got crumbs stuck on my snootstrils!
But don't worry--they didn't go to waste, heh heh.
Thanks for the donut Mommy, and if you have any residual problems with your food morals, well, all is forgiven.
XX Maui XX