Sushi Cat

Ninja was very disappointed this week when The Monk showed up without any sushi. The same thing happened last week. Though each time the Monk comes to visit he smells like he's been eating sushi, himself. Poor Ninja, he cannot get any Zen sustenance, and he wonders if he is not the number one ninja in the Monk's life, anymore. However, I do believe I can understand why our dear Monk does not bring sushi to Ninja anymore. It is quite expensive, I understand, though probably not as expensive as the jewels I wear upon my royal collar. Have you seen my lovely collar?

The first two times the Monk brought sushi, he shared it with Ninja a bit at a time. Ninja loved it. Neither Spyder nor I care for it. Of course, it makes perfect sense that a cat named Ninja would love to eat sushi. Don't you think?

The following week Miss E and The Monk decided that Ninja could have his own personal serving instead of having to wait for one bite at a time. The Monk, so knowledgeable about Japanese cuisine, knew exactly the type of raw fish to choose for Ninja based upon his distinctive preferences. At 12 dollars a pound you would think Ninja was the royalty around here!

 So, at The Monk's next visit while he and Miss E sat down for their meal, Ninja received a lovely plate decorated with the sliced pieces of Chirashi (he called it) for his enjoyment. Apparently Sushi is raw seafood accompanied by rice and seaweed and rolled up into little pillows, whereas Chirashi is carefully sliced raw seafood without accompaniments. Purrsons use vile tasting soy sauce and even more vile tasting wasabi to dip them in.

Ninja enjoyed his chirashi so much that he finished off the whole plateful and asked for more. Miss E and The Monk were surprised, but gave into Ninja's polite nudging. He really is a gentleman cat at heart. So, the Monk, respecting Ninja's request added more chirashi to Ninja's plate. Which, amazingly Ninja finished off in no time.

Upon Ninja's request for a third helping he was given just one more piece and told that was all. Ninja happily ate that, and waddled away. By the time he got to the doorway (please excuse me for saying so) Ninja left the contents of his stomach on the floor. He was so embarrassed he decided to clean it up himself. That was when Miss E swept him up in her arms while The Monk took care of the "gift" Ninja left for him.

Poor Ninja, now his tummy was as empty as it was before The Monk arrived. But, all he was permitted to ingest at that juncture was water.

Now, do you see why there has been no more 12 dollar chirashi for Ninja?