I'm not feeling so hot today, so my option for dinner for tonight was TV dinners. I know they've come a long way, but sometimes there's just no substitute for one of those little ones with the three compartments, so my pick was the Turkey dinner. What can I say? I love the little bread cubes soaked in gravy that pass for stuffing.

Anyhow, my cat, this one to be exact:

decided that she just HAD to lick the dish, a bad habit she's picked up from Yugioh, our Husky mix. Since he was getting someone else's tray to munch, I let her have mine.

After awhile, I thought that she'd gotten WAY too far into that tray and there just wasn't enough left on it to keep her that occupied, until I saw her eating these:

I hurriedly picked up the tray, only to trigger sounds of indignance and outright whining! She actually wants those awful buttnuggety things? Holy hell.

So, what could I do? I put the tray back, trying hard to explain (to something that doesn't listen to humans at all) that even we don't eat those icky grody pea-like fake foods.

She didn't care. She might later on when she realizes that cats aren't vegan for a reason, but for now she loves me to death and won't quit rubbing on my legs, even though I'm still entreating her to avoid the frozen peas next time.

EDIT: Now the silly wench wants some of my Eggnog shake. Um, green peas, yellow shake? Not happening--the peas are going to be enough penance on their own. They don't need sauce.