TUNA!

My parents are getting ready for something called Hawaii. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but they've mentioned something about not eating as much sugar as usual. I hope that doesn't interfere with the food they give *me*.

The really good thing that happened today was that they made TUNA FISH SANDWICHES for lunch! Miji and I really love tuna. As soon as we hear the can opener, we RUN into the kitchen and wind around the legs of the person who's opening the can. Then they usually say something like, "Are you trying to kill me?" And I think to myself, "Of course not! If you died, who'd feed us tuna?"

Anyway.

So mom made tuna and gave me some. Miji got some, too. Then mom and dad sat on the couch to eat their sandwiches, and I stood on my hind legs and put my front paws on mom's knee next to her plate. She had to tell me to "get down" a couple of times before I really listened. I was too entranced by the tuna! It's not my fault! She finished and didn't even let me lick her plate, but maybe there wasn't anything on it. Then dad finished and put his plate on the floor for me to lick, but there wasn't any tuna--only cheese. Cheese! Like I care about cheese when the smell of tuna is in the air! So I was a little snob and turned my nose up at the cheese, which I would normally eat, but you understand why I didn't today, right? I hope so.

Tuna excitement rating: A++