u like buffet
I remember the day well. Sand hill was in my rear view mirror. It was nigh on lunch time. A buffet was on my mind. “U Like Buffet!“ the sign screamed. No, really, this sign shrieked its command, a grammatical nightmare in neon lights, “U Like Buffet!”.
I was at a crossroads looking down the streets of dust. I yelped, but a whisper returned nada. It was literally all the food to be found in this one-eyed town. I hate buffets. But traveling is my life and food keeps me living.
I saunter over. An Asian man in his late forties greets me at the door. I stop to admire the waving cat statue. In broken English he notes my curiosity. Dryly, he offers, “U like cat U like buffet.” Naivety is my best friend but not today. I clearly got the remark. It was a cat house.
Nothing to eat there but a whole lotta lives to save! Support your local rescue program. There are cats that need your love.
#AdoptDon’tShop #AprilFoolsDay #gypsylife
