Gravlax Greetings

I returned from a trip to Oregon to see my son graduate to find that Cosmo had survived a steady diet of catfood, administered by my upstairs neighbor, but was happy to share some gravlax as a celebration of our reunion.  I also changed the cat box, cleaned up the empty cans which the neighbor had left, I suppose to show me that she had used the ones I left, etc.  A person who lives alone with a cat has many pleasures, including shared catnaps and meowfests, and I have regained them happily.  For the cat, the pleasures of sharing space with a human seem to be catbox maintenance, warm body proximity, and food more or less on demand.  There may be some joy in having an audience for purring and meowfests, but this may be anthropomorphism on my part.

Lox at the Cosmo Deli

Cosmo is fond of lox.  He likes the tender consistency, and the ease in biting, an important factor for a 19-year old cat whose teeth are not as sharp as they once were.  It's very rich, so he doesn't eat more than three or four small, thin pieces of it.  He refuses the fourth or fifth piece politely and then goes off and takes a nap.  

To the Tune of "The Dreidel Song"

Cat food, cat food, cat food
I made you out of fish
And when it's nice and stinky
I'll put it in your dish