At about 6:00 PM, Fudgie started acting weird ... He was head-butting the front door and meowing as loudly as his geriatric voice can meow. Knowing his reluctance to expend any kind of energy for no visible reason, I stood beside him and tried to figure out the method to his madness. Lo and behold! Mom pulled into the driveway and she had a bag with a take-out container from the Chinese place! Fudgie had smelled the bbq pork as it was coming up the street in Mom's car. He's just AMAZING!
Mom buys some take-out for herself, but always gets a third item in her combo for Fudgie. He LOVES the bbq pork. Mom tortures us by cleaning out the litter boxes, re-filling the water and food dishes, listening to the phone messages, and opening windows. When she finally settles down with a knife and the cutting board, Fudgie is nearly beside himself with anticipation. She chops up his pork putting two-thirds of it into the freezer for his daily "snack" ... He yowls and howls from his spot beside her dining room chair until she starts hand feeding him. He has very few teeth, but he always manages to bite her fingers at least once. Mom even gives Lucky Charmz and me some of the pork, but Fudgie doesn't really like to share. Tonight, we got lots, but Fudgie got enough to fill him up.
I suppose Fudgie would like it if I gave a shout-out to his favorite restaurant: CJ Oriental Express. Fudgie is their number one fan!