The Fast And The Furriest

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I set the sandwich on top of the dresser. I could tell right away that Elvis was not sold on my idea of supper. He gave the blue bubble glass plate a suspicious look and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say a word. He was exceedingly polite, for the most part.

Not to mention he was a cat.

“What? You don’t like it?” I asked. “It’s peanut butter, dill pickle and bacon.”

His whiskers twitched at the last word. In Elvis’s world everything went better with bacon, except maybe peanut butter and dill pickles.

I picked up half the sandwich and took a bite. “It’s good. I swear,” I mumbled around a mouthful of creamy, salty, crispy goodness. Elvis may have been polite, but he wasn’t a stickler with respect to table manners. “You know, this isn’t that different from the real Elvis’s favorite sandwich,” I told him. “Peanut butter, banana and bacon.”

The cat made a huffy sound through his nose at me. As far as he was concerned he was the “real” Elvis, a sleek black cat with a rakish scar across his nose. I reached over and stroked his fur. The top of his head was warm from the early-evening August sun. He closed his green eyes and began to purr.

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