So I was headed back across the state; and I stopped at
Wendy's for some dinner. (Their
Ultimate Chicken Grill is my favorite there.) And I decided to take a break for a bit, and actually pull over to eat. So I rolled down the windows — it's still nice enough weather to do that in Michigan tonight — pulled out a book, and started to read.
But suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. She ran into the brush when a truck pulled up, but came back when they left:
The look on her face said as clear as day: "You gonna finish that chicken sandwich?" So I tore off a chunk of chicken, and tossed it to her. She dug in:
And then I tossed her more, and more.
I was going to call her Andre, after
the film; but seeing as she's calico,
the odds are 3000 to 1 that she's an Andrea.
But eventually, the chicken was gone.
I tried tossing her some baked potato, but...
Miracle of miracles, she
didn't hop in the car and come home with me. But then, I won't be heading home until Friday...
