A mind-numbingly boring night at work has just been saved by the nephew.
I've been saving the scraps from the tables, bits of chicken, veal, filet, for the cats at home. It has to be better than the storebought crap, and they don't seem to mind, the nephew's noticed them and asked me what I'm saving them for...
"for the cats" I tell him.
- "Cats don't eat meat." he tells me. This is the moment that saves the night.
"Really?" I ask. "What do they eat?"
- "I don't know, they don't eat meat.". He's adamant.
"Do they like carrots? Broccoli? Pieces of lettuce?"
- "They don't eat RED meat..."
Now he's covering his ass, he's suspecting that he might be wrong, doesn't want to be entirely wrong and so he's qualifying....
"Your cat, Marvin, he ran away...." I'm starting to understand why. In the beginning it was a mystery, the Nephew loved him, hell, had even ordered him a Santa outfit online, cost of $300.00, but the cat had run away, he's seen him since then in the neighborhood, but the cat wants nothing to do with him. I'm imagining the cat, going about it's cat life, unable to stomach the carrots and salads the nephew makes for it to eat, waiting, as it were, for the door to be opened so it could escape...
- "I never see a cat eat meat"
"What about the mice and birds they kill? Why does cat food come in meat flavours, like beef and chicken and turkey and tuna...?"
- "I never see a cat eat. Sure, they kill, hundreds, but they never eat..."
"What about Lions and Tigers? What do they eat?"
- "They are not the same as a cat...."
He's going to check it later on Google. He's sure they don't eat meat, but I've raised some doubts.