Cookie Crisp

For reasons I cannot begin to comprehend, I’ve spent the past two days craving Cookie Crisp. I don’t particularly like Cookie Crisp, but I kept thinking about it.

I finally got a box tonight at Reasor’s. While I was eating some this evening, Walter came in and began pestering me for a bite. I held out for a while, but of course I eventually caved and let him have one of the tiny cereal “cookies.” He wolfed it down as if it were tuna.

I thought it was strange when he stole dog food out of Jason’s bowl, but this is at least 8 percent weirder.

I hope you’re having a Cookie-Crisp-and-kitty-kisses sort of evening, wherever you are.