Japanese postage stamp from 1910
Japanese postage stamp from 1910PODGE INTERRUPTS
It was no secret that Podge had a big appetite. Grandma left him a big dish of dry “crunchies” (cat food from a bag) so he could snack during the day without bothering her. In the morning, and at night Grandma would also give him his “wet” food from a can.
Podge loved “wet” food and would meow loudly when he heard a can opener scratching and cracking open a can. He was always certain it meant food for him. Of course Grandma, Grandpa and I sometimes ate canned things too. Sometimes it was olives or corn. Other times it was baked beans, if Grandma was in a hurry or didn't feel like cooking. In five minutes a can of baked beans could be dumped into a pot, boiled up, and served with toast.
One night, Grandpa was away at a class. Grandma, Podge and I were all hungry. It seemed a good night for a quick dinner so Grandma decided on baked beans and went to open two cans, one for our dinner, and one for Podge's. Then the phone rang.
Phone call time was a special time requiring quiet and I knew what to do. I ran off to play. But Podge hadn't learned phone manners yet. He meowed and meowed, worried that his dinner might be forgotten. Grandma got distracted. She was trying to hear the person on the other end of the phone and Podge was now meowing loudly.
In a hurry to make Podge quiet, Grandma grabbed a can, opened it, and dumped it into a pot. Then she turned around, wound up in the phone cord and reached across the kitchen for the other can. One more loud meow sounded from the frantic cat and the pot landed on the floor.
Podge sniffed and sniffed at his pot. Then he took a tentative taste and began to eat, but it was not with his usual relish. Grandma found the other can she was looking for and opened it up. The food inside looked and smelled funny, as if the baked beans had gone bad.
I came into the kitchen and asked,
“Why are you feeding Podge the baked beans?”
I laughed too because I thought sweet molasses baked beans were very yucky. It was a funny joke to give it to Podge.
Grandma said it was OK, after she'd sorted out our dinners. We could heat the beans and they should be fine for us. But I refused to eat them. The cat had licked them. So I had cheese toast for dinner, which I liked much better. And I gave Podge a little too. He'd been a good cat after all. His interruption had given me a better dinner.