Last weekend, I made roast pork with crackling, a very traditional British meal that we all enjoy. The cats don’t get the crunchy top as it’s too much for kitty teeth, but they feast on slices of meat, taken from inside the joint so they’re not exposed to salt and spices.
Guido ate his with his usual dedicated elegance and Target gulped his down, hoping that speed would ensure a second helping. We have no idea why he does it, because he always gets seconds if he asks for it, no matter how slowly or quickly he eats, but our greedy senior cat is convinced that scoffing leads to riches.