Predictable

That's what humans are - predictable.

See here - for the last 8 or 9 weeks, when ever THEY come back from the shopping, they bring in all these bags (actually I doubt there is anything left in the supermarket by the time SHE has finished).

Where was I?

Oh yes, they bring back all these bags, and dump them on the counter in the kitchen. Then they unpack everything, and always - but always - there is a treat for ME.

So today when they came back from shopping, I sat there at HER feet looking expectant. Well, I would, wouldn't I.

SHE seemed to think it was something special. Look, she said, Mish knows I've got something for her.

It's so predictable.

But today was a bit special. SHE fished out this HUGE pigs ear, with a big sign on it, saying it was an Australian pig's ear. No questionable, arsenic soaked products for me imported from Asia. It'd be enough to rot your tummy I reckon.

So this is ME and my pig's ear. I'll be chewing it all evening, and then some.