Hunger, the physical, guttural one, is a penitence most of us won’t choose, unless it’s for something important, like health or spirituality.

Personally, I’ll always look for food when I’m hungry, a natural reaction polished by evolution.

But neither evolution not common social conventions could have prepared me for a cat sitting on my lap, un-budging.

How am I supposed to get food then?

cat between the lap and table

Where else to go but here?

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