Better than Tuna
Coffee Bean was stretched out next to me nudging my fingers for attention and purring away. Like a good servant to her master, I gave him what he asked for. I scratched his head, rubbed his belly and petted his back. Next thing I know, he’s biting with all of his might on my thumb, letting the world know he owns my thumb. Puncture marks to prove it. Every night we give him a teaspoonful of tuna. Coffee Bean must have thought while he was biting down, “A fresh warm human thumb is much better tasting than canned tuna.”