My Lunch

Every morning... at least Monday through Friday, my wife or my daughter makes me lunch. They make it because I'm not exactly a morning person. Since I'm the last one to leave, they usually leave my lunch on the counter in the kitchen. So I come on down the stairs, not really ready for the day, and I see there's an apple and a pack of crackers...but that's it. No sam'ich...WTF?!? I then look on the floor and there it is, with a piece missing. That darn cat! She ate my sandwich. And so, I had to make my own lunch... or at least sandwich. Anybody want a cat???