For lunch today I had a small salmon sandwich. Waffles will kill for fish,
so as soon as I sat down to enjoy my snack, a one-eyed, furry feline with
whiskers stuck out as far as possible and who, all of a sudden, developed a
purr as loud as a 747 on take-off, appeared by my elbow. She told me she was
starving, hadn't been fed for a month at least and if I didn't give her a
morsel of salmon, she would surely die of starvation in the next few
seconds.

How could I resist such a sad tale.

So I removed a sliver of salmon from my sandwich and offered it to Waffles.
Being a highly-refined ladycat of fine manners, she gently took it from my
fingers, nibbled on it and then ate with great relish. The purrs increased
in volume.

I finished my sandwich and as I walked into the kitchen to put my dirty
plate in the washing-up bowl, I was followed by Waffles who then, through
meows, indicated that she wanted to go outside. So I opened the door to let
her out.

Five minutes later I hear her unmistakeable "Mowz! Mowz!" call. So I opened
the door to see her sat there on the doorstep with fat vole clamped in her
jaws. She came in and dropped the very dead but still warm vole at my feet.

What a kind feline she is. I shared my food with her, so she brought some of
hers home to offer me.

What a thoughtful feline...