I had a feral cat turned up in my back door, it was only about 6 months old. I let him in, fed him, slept in my bed, and stayed with me like the most beautiful cat until he died at 17. I still miss him. Sometimes abandoned or stray cats are the best companions. Okay, back when I was working at a place called Foodtown in NZ, I had a woman come up to me and ask me about some ‘pâté’ that had been on sale one of the last weekend. I’m a bit confused now because we don’t have anything refrigerated in that store, and as far as I know, all pates are refrigerated,
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but I tracked down the grocery store manager I’m a baker so I don’t know what was, or was before, at an end. It’s all groceries who pulled out the pictures last week, that’s when we found out. Turns out that the ‘pâté’ she was looking for was actually fancy party cat food!! Oh my God. How will I tell her?? I must. So I just said. Ma’am, I’m sorry but that’s actually the cat food you bought last week. Oh, she said. Why is my husband so in love? And that’s it. To this day, I want to know what she did with the cat image on the can… ..maybe she thought it was cat liver pate?!?