Nice human food!

A few days ago, Joan and I were about to fall asleep in the female human's study, when we heard the big sliding door closing.

This usually only happens if there are visiting small humans watching the television when the adult humans are playing a game in the dining room. But we thought nothing of it - humans are, after all, both unpredictable and illogical - until the old cat called Sophia started calling loudly, saying that there was 'nice human food'!

It actually sounded as if she were saying 'chicken', but that didn't make sense. The humans had just had lunch, with cheese and eggs and bread, all of which are delicious, but chicken is for evenings.

Still, we had to go and investigate:

We couldn't see - or smell - anything interesting. Sophia often talks a lot, loudly, so we thought perhaps she was just saying that she would like some chicken. It seemed like a silly thing to shout about when the door was shut; we could hear the male human doing something in the kitchen but he doesn't usually prepare nice food.

Then the very old cat, Cleo, arrived too: 

She evidently thought there was something going on as well. We have a lot of respect for Cleo, though I'm not entirely sure why. But if Cleo believed there was some nice chicken, maybe she was right. Then again, she could have been fooled by Sophia's cries.

Joan wondered if she could get behind the door:

But that was no good. She's smaller than me, but not that small.  

We started to catch Sophia's impatience, although we had no idea what to expect.

And then...

Wow!

The doors opened, and we all raced inside to find plates with the most wonderful human food:

The humans said this was 'scraps' and that the male human had been 'stripping a chicken to freeze', but we didn't even try to work out what that meant. 

Happily, the old cats are now willing to share dishes with us. We plan to let this state continue for a while, until we've worked out how to get ahead of them when there's a queue for food.