An der Kasse beim Supermarkt. Die Frau vor mir bemerkt mein Katzenfutter.
“Is your cat picky? Mine is, you know. I used to have four. Four cats. But three died and now only one is left. The oldest was twenty one when she died. That’s quite old, isn’t it. Twenty one years. How many cats have you got? We had dogs as well, you now. Long time ago. Before the cats. I used to have four but now only one is left. She is seventeen. That’s a good age, isn’t it. Oh well. She is very picky, you know. Lovely cat. Her name’s Fluffy. Picky cat though. They all are, aren’t they. She likes her special food, this one. Very picky. What can you do. Anyway, nice talking to you.”