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Late night snack

Submission to death by chocolate

By Leslie StromPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 3 min read
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Late night snack
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Late night snack

“Pssst…., can I have a slice of your chocolate cake”?

I look up, and try to smile. “Come on, you never resist these cute little eyes”

All I hear is, “nice try little one, you're cute but not that cute.” My mom, she smiles at me and looks down at me and said “ I told you already that chocolate cake is bad for you”.

Should I keep trying, or jump up and sit on her lap. She likes that when I do that, just maybe… if I nudge her and be persistent. I really don’t see what the big deal is, it’s not like I never licked the bowl before.

She reaches over me and takes another bite. She closes her eyes, and tells my dad that he has to try the most delicious cake she has ever eaten. I watch him get up off the couch and get a slice, walks by us and looks at me. I decide that I’ll just stay on mom’s lap, I’m nice and warm and comfortable. He looks at my mom and said “ wow, this is really good!”

“Come on you guys, this is not fair”. I decide to jump off her lap and head to bed. The smell makes my whiskers curl, and my belly rumble. “It’s easy to be a cat they say! It’s easy to get what you want they say! Said no cat ever.”

I’ll just wait until they go to bed, sometimes my mom does the dishes in the morning so there will be scraps and yummy icing on the plates.

“Oh for peats sake, Jimmy Fallon is over will you ever get to bed….I want cake!” I hear that weird thing make noise in the bathroom, they must be brushing their teeth! “Yay…finally I can sneak away after they go to bed.

The lamp turns on, and of course my mom has to read a book…aaaaaaaa. That’s it, I’m going to sneak out, so far so good. She never noticed. Oh boy…I’m hungry, I skipped my late night treat for left overs.

I look around, jump up on the counter and go to town.

This really is amazing, I like when she orders from Miss Muffet Bakery, my moms friend makes delicious treats, and the icing is amazing. Sometimes I wish I had that computer thingie my mom is always on. I’m pretty sure my dog friends would agree. I have mostly dog friends because I like to be the boss. They play with me but don’t get to close. My claws are razor sharp, just how I like it! But, I have to say, I wouldn’t mind connecting with them once and a while. One, just a snap chat of my teeth and claws-just to remind them I’m the queen bee. Two, well who doesn’t like chocolate cake! I would be the envy of all animals. Finally three, just to tell them I’m boss at my house too. I smile to myself, and think I guess it’s not to bad being a cat!

That Garfield cat on the tv, I don’t understand why he is fixated on lasagne. I know I would snap chat him to, that cake is much better. But, I’m not sure if he is real. I heard my dad tell his son, don’t always believe what you see on tv. I shake my head, and think if he is real, he is missing out.

“Oooo, this tastes so good”. My belly now full and flop on the counter, I’ll move in the morning before my mom wakes up. She will never know.

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About the Creator

Leslie Strom

Hi, I come from a small town of 2,500 in Northern Ontario Canada. I love camping and fishing, which we have access to many beautiful lakes. I also knit, crotchet, sew, read and write. Our winters are very long and cold so crafting is a must

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