Greedy Cats & Fingers

This morning our supervisor decided that, as we had all worked so hard this week, she would provide us with some edible treats.  Two volunteers were given some money and off they went to the supermarket.  They came back with cookies, crumpets, doughnuts, etc: the usual fayre! Well in our office anyway. Being situated at the end of a bank of desks it seemed appropriate that the food be laid out to the side of me; wasn’t I the lucky one.

That was fine and dandy until the hoards (all 10 of them) of people that make up the team came to collect their reward.  I suddenly realised I was the vulture that’s just finished pecking at the corpse of their one meal of the day, while the rest of his clan continues regardless.
I had this sudden urge to squawk, and flap my (metaphorical) wings in their general direction; thus intimating my disapproval.  Of course I didn’t do this but just for a moment I wanted to.  I was then reminded of the footage of Michael Buerk, reporting from Africa back in the days of Live Aid.  It made me want to shout ‘there are starving kids in Africa, leave them a doughnut at least’
It’s a sad indictment of the greedy world us westerners live in. Unfortunately though that didn’t stop me from chomping my way through a Granola Slice and informing the girl sat next to me of just how delicious it was. Like most people my guilt is only surface deep; ashamed? I should say so!

That girl sat next to me, also known as Esther, has a picture of a friend’s cat that, for all intents and purposes appears to have a thumb attached to one of its paws; when I say a thumb I don’t mean a human one, obviously: that would be ever so slightly weird, as well as implawsible See what I did there).  In the photograph it looks like the cat is impersonating The Fonz; either that or it’s hitch-hiking.  Neither of these is likely but it’s another reason why cat pictures are so popular. As much as I like them I harbour cynical thoughts about cats, as I do with almost everything else in this life: let me put it this way, if cats were born with appendages similar in size and shape to ours, what do you think they'd have? The middle finger, that’s what! Why? Because as pets go, cats expect nothing more than food and shelter.  Fair enough, but at any other time they couldn’t care less about their ‘owners’