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.
