My little brother Salem rubs his head with his paw after our little human leaves, “He always pets my head too hard.”
“He’s testing it to see if your brains are ripe,” I inform him, grinning.
“What?” Salem’s eyes widen.
“Yeah. You know that little human eats brains, right?”
“You’re lying,” Salem waves a paw at me.
“Haven’t you heard the other little humans talking about it? They like to sing:
If he touches your head
it’s your brains that he feels
and if they seem ripe
he eats them with meals.“
Salem doesn’t even respond, he just runs under the bed to hide.
Huh, look at that. He left his tuna treats. Guess I should eat them. #HalloweenIsFunILoveTreats