I am taking ALL of the credit for training Mom to bring back kitty-bags when she goes out for meals. Sure, she orders "Fudge-friendly" food, but she brings stuff home for me because I'm her "beautiful girl".
Take yesterday, for example ... Mom and her mother went out to lunch at El Torito. Mom usually has enchiladas or some kind of combo full of gooey cheese that she likes. What did she have yesterday? Carnitas. Yep, Mom ordered pork. Now Mom really likes carnitas and might even eat most-to-all of her lunch ... in the past. But since I trained her, Mom asked for a box and carefully put the non-cilantro covered pieces into the box for us. As soon as she got home, she divvied up the booty and we feasted on carnitas. Yummy to say the least.
Today Mom went to Arby's. Did she have a roast-beast sammich like gramma? Of course not. We don't like roast-beast from Arby's, so Mom had a turkey sammich and brought home most of the turkey for us to share. Mom's purse smells like turkey and I couldn't be happier.
Since Mom's still on vacation, I wonder what lunch will be tomorrow? Maybe, if I stare at Mom's forehead really hard for the next twenty hours, Mom will pick up my "I want a carne asada torta" message and make a trip to Roberto's. I can do without the guacamole, tomatoes, and mushy torta ... maybe I can get her to just order the meat? I'll use mind-control ...
"Mom ... You are getting sleepy and will soon become succeptable to my mind-control ... Fudge, I KNOW! Lay off! I'll do the ordering. You just worry about the eating. Okay. Sleepy. Sleepy. We ... Want ... Carne ... Asada."
Mezmo the Mind Controller
aka DaisyMae Maus