Speculations and Salutations to Bacon

“Why is she crying?,” he wondered. “Is her huge bed not enough for her? Not even the tantalizing bacon on her plate that I might snatch up when she’s not looking?,” he thought as he lovingly stared up at her. “She already has everything she could ever need; food and shelter. And humans that look after her and give her hugs when she’s sad, of course.” “What’s making her sad?,” he continued to ponder. “Is it something I did, or something that mean cat next door did?,” he speculated. “I think that cat is out to get me, so it makes sense that he would take it out on my human. Just because he’s named after a wise movie character doesn’t mean he’s actually wise. I suppose that his nine lives would make him a tad on the pompous side, though,” he concluded. “Oh well, better get back to my food,” he thought as he bent his neck down to scarf down the brown spheres that paled in comparison to fried pork morsels, from the bowl between his furry paws.