October 07, 2019

Mmmm...Steak...

Apparently I am a sloppy eater.

This does not bother me. It doesn't really bother the People, either, but they still bring it up a few times a week, usually when they're washing my place mat.

I dunno what I was eating when they snapped this picture, but a few days ago, after not getting any for a long time because they thought I was getting tired of it, there was steak.

Not just any steak.

Ribeye.

Spendy steak.

The Woman prefers giving my ribeye because it's easy to cut into thin strips, which is apparently important even though it doesn't get all the seeds out. I prefer it because it's delicious. The Man probably doesn't prefer it because sirloin is cheaper and why can't I just have that?

Because the Woman prefers the ribeye and knows I like it best, and what I like, I get.

This is one of the perks of being an old man. Don't fear getting old, doods. When you're old, people will do just about anything you want, if they can. I want ribeye, I get ribeye.

I think it stems from the Man's days working in nursing homes when he was a teenager. He had this one patient, an 80 year old diabetic, who just wanted a slice of his birthday cake. The nurses wouldn't let him have it, because diabetes. The Man has always thought that was kinda mean, that if you hit 80 years old, and you have something like diabetes, you know the risks. You know how to account for it. And old men should get their damned birthday cake.

So I get my damned steak, and I get ribeye if the store has it when they go shopping.

I'm glad they got me one this week. I kinda missed it, even though I was getting real live fresh dead shrimp and other dead delicious things.

I think I get a fresh one tomorrow.

And they wonder why I'm still plugging along. Why would I leave? I have them trained, and I get STEAK.

11 comments:

Laurel Glasco said...

Okay, Max. I see your point. I will buy old Lady Charlotte some ribeye steak. I hope she likes it medium rare, and I will not put any garlic on it until she has all she can eat!

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

Yum! Ribeye is my favourite cut too.
I agree that they should have let the old man have a slice of his cake. I would be madder than hell if I wasn't allowed a slice of my own cake!!

The Florida Furkids said...

Oh boy....ribeye is Mom's favorite too!! We think it was mean not to give that man a slice of his cake.

The Florida Furkids

Eastside Cats said...

Max, you are timeless! Enjoy your noms!

da tabbies o trout towne said...

dood.....we iz bee yond gel uz....fresh reel live dead shrimp iz one thing.. but gettin fresh reel live dead cooked cow.... iz like de BEST...we gotta ask...due ewe eat de steak witha sauce ore knot....we heer steak sauce iz de bomb

:) ♥♥♥ happee chow timez dood

Shawn Aileen said...

Hey Max! If the People aren't bothered by your eating habits, then why worry! I can't wait to get old(er as I'm 60 already!) so I can eat whatever I want. Diabetic too, but if its my b'day I eat cake! Love your blog and Facebook page! Stay well sweetie. xoxo 😘💞😽

William’s Kith & Kin said...

Max, you have it made! We love that your People are routinely catering to your dietary wishes. We should be so lucky!

Just Ducky said...

Hmmm, steak.

Anonymous said...

Max you always have it right. That man should have had his cake! Also, keep eating steak and loving' it. You are awesome!

Anonymous said...

I think Max is the best kitty in the whole world!

Mark's Mews (Ayla, Iza, and Marley) said...

Getting spendy steak is a good reason ta stay around Max! TBT often cuts a part of his cow parts separate for us from his infernal spices and Nukes it briefly just for us.