His evil stare across the table began to make her feel unsettled. She stared back with squinted eyes in a battle of wit to see who would turn away first. Sticking her tongue out at him, she turned her attention back to her plate of food and picked at it with a fork.
“I’m not happy with my dinner either,” she argued. “You need to understand that we just don’t have the money for good stuff anymore. This is it! Dinner! Eat it!”
Resting his head on the table, he let out a snort and turned away. His pallor turned grayer than his usual gray. He would not submit easily. There were some things in life that we just shouldn’t let go of. Good food was one of them in his opinion. Sawdust was not his idea of a good meal.
“Look, Sweetie… you are more precious to me than gold or platinum. Don’t you think I would give you better if I could?” She started to cry and shoveled a bite into her mouth. “It’s not so bad. Things will get better. Someday we’ll be back to salmon feasts. I promise.”
Her blubbering sounds made him soften a bit. He glanced back at her feeling like an ass watching her eat her plate of food and rinsing it down with water.
“What do you think?” She beckoned him to behave more rationally. “Give it a try? It will make you feel better to eat something.”
Looking down at his own plate, Zinc the cat jumped off the table and wandered over to it. He sniffed the contents and licked a kibble. It was, in fact, food and he chewed a piece down. He would dream of canned delights, but he loved her anyway.