We are threesome shopping at a supermarket near our home. Somewhere after the detergents/softeners aisle, I can see my daughter taking a large bag of Whiskas and putting it in the trolley. The following conversation takes place:
Me: Sweetheart, why are you taking cat food. We don't have cats. (Meeza is allergic to cats; other siblings are cat-phobics).
Meeza (a little bit defensive): I would like to feed the neighbour's cats (in reality, stray felines). Cannot kah?
Me (I'm having a memory of Rosalinda, my mom, handing a packet of rice to a needy person at the iron gate): Ah, okay.
Hubby (delighted at daughter's compassion): Of course, you may feed the neighbour's cats.
And so..... the tradition of Whiskas giving came into being.
2 comments:
Wow. My parents would have balked at that if I had wanted to do so. It is nice to know that she is being encouraged to be so thoughtful of others, be they animals. =)
Have a great weekend!
+X&O's!
She still does not have a cat of her own. And I do feel for her. Thanks for visiting.
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