Originally uploaded by adelaide writer.

This is SecondCat’s lunch.

It is mozarella cheese. ‘The gratings part’.
A carefully segmented soy sausage. ‘Wet’ and ‘not cooked’.
Frozen peas. Again: ‘not cooked’.
Three slices of cucumber. Not four.

Did it fill my heart with mother-love warmth to serve it up to him? No.
Did he eat it? Yes. All that and more.