Today, after I finished frying up the bacon, I poured the fat into a cup and secured it in the fridge. A soft paw patted at my knee. Oliver looked up at me with a rapt feline gaze.
I used my thumb to swipe up a spill of grease from the countertop and offered it to him. He rasped it clean.
“You are a goddess.” He said to me with his eyes and whiskers.