The Chronicles of Zippy
My attempt to use utensils has had a slight setback. It turns out that if one bites down while trying to eat food on a fork, one’s teeth encounter metal. This is quite disconcerting, and I have once again become fork-shy.
I am not too discouraged, however, and I doubt I will starve. I don’t know if it’s on purpose or not, but my folks tend to drop a good deal of food on the floor in my general direction.
Miss Manners may not approve, but it works for us. My folks probably use the wrong fork anyway.
We are settling in to our new house. Our packing-impaired folks have no idea where the camera is, so we don’t have much in the way of pictures. Here is a grainy spy-cam shot of Daisy being mystified by the floor vent.
Maybe she was thinking of escaping. Maybe a long-lost treat is calling to her.
Anyway, I have a New Year’s resolution. I am going to try to eat off a fork. Not all the time, of course, as I believe my current method of chowing down is quite efficient. But every once in a while, our folks will offer something tasty and dangling, like spaghetti, off of their forks. Daisy will eat it. I am afraid. Once, when I was much younger, I was offered something on a fork and I was a bit too zealous in my attempt to snatch it, and I got poked a bit. So I am afraid of forks.
However, I have tried to learn by watching Daisy maneuver slowly and carefully around the fork, and I am going to try to do the same.
Spaghetti is just that good.