Hi, I'm Ernie. I stand about 2'10" on my hind feet, I'm gray all over, and have black whiskers. I also have huge feet for a cat, at least that's what Daddy says. I don't like tuna, like my Uncle Charlie does, but I do like other kinds of food. I especially like steak!
One day, Daddy came home from a restaurant, and was carrying a box that smelled delicious. He put it down on the counter, and ran to the bathroom. I don't know exactly why, but that's what he did. I jumped up on the counter and sniffed the box. It smelled even more delicious! I patted it, just to let it know I liked it, and the top popped open! And there it was. Little morsels of meat, that smelled very, very good.
I had about half of it scarfed down before Daddy returned from the bathroom, and as soon as he opened the door, I jumped down off the kitchen counter and tried to look innocent. He saw right through my charade though, since I had the juice from the steak dripping down my chin. Instead of getting angry, which I thought he would, he divided up the remaining steak into three bowls, one for me, one for Uncle Charlie, and one for Uncle Spenser. They each sniffed their bowls, and walked away. I was already halfway through mine. I ate all three bowls of steak, and went and slept for hours, dreaming of steaks.
Since then, I've snuck on my Daddy's computer and done some research. I found out there was a particularly good cut of steak called something like "fillit mignon." I want to get me some of them steaks. They sound really good!
If you find it in your heart, please e-mail me some fillit mignons at my daddy's e-mail address. I will send you back bunches of hugs and whisker kisses!
Bye Bye for now!
