Breakfast

Every morning when she woke up breakfast was ready for her.  Sometimes waffles and fruit salad.  Sometimes scrambled eggs and pancakes.  She never knew who made it.  Day after day she wondered but could never figure out who was doing it.  She saw evidence of a person having been there, the kitchen was always left a mess and sometimes footprints were left in the flour that had spilled on the floor.  After a while she stopped seeking to find the real maker of the breakfasts and to just enjoy the food.  She had a kitten living with her and since there was no one else to attribute the breakfasts to she gave credit to the kitten.  She thanked the kitten for the meal everyday.  She even designated special days where she focused her attention on the kitten giving even more thanks for the provision.  Years later the cat died but the breakfasts continued.  She still didn't know who really prepared the food, so she bought another kitten.

But no one would ever really behave like this, right?