As many of you know I have two cats. Walter and Tater. I never thought I would have a cat named Tater, but that is for another post. This wonderful image is of Walter. He takes after me, he is a foodie. He will not stay out of the kitchen. As soon as he figured out he could jump on the kitchen counter and walk through my pass thru window he has been impossible to keep off the counter. I don't generally tolerate this kind of behavior but he does it with such panache and face it, I find it adorable. Last night I decided to steam some broccoli. I cleaned it, put it in the steamer on the stove and walked away to do some other chore before turning it on. About five minutes later I notice that the two cats are fighting over one of their toys (they have about fifty) when I realize it is not a toy but a broccoli floret. I was dumb-founded. I could not believe what I was seeing. Then it dawned on me......Walter. I know a more prudent woman would have rushed to the kitchen to examine the broccoli but I was so shocked and kinda proud of my cat's prowess I made a phone call to brag instead. While I was on the phone Walter decided he was never getting the floret back from Tater so he would just help himself again. It was at this moment I came to my senses and realized a cat on the stove was probably not only gross but unsafe as well. I don't want to scare you off,especially any of you who may find themselves dining with me, I keep a very clean house. But there are just some moments in life where what is happening is more fun than the required and desired activity of cleaning. I can assure you that the counters have been sanitized and if you ever do come to dinner I will shut the cats in the office. For now, I am brain storming a way to market a broccoli shaped cat toy.