Chapter 24 cat food (2)

However, the next job made me a big headache.Mr. Suga is probably because he often eats out, but there is no large electric can opener that is necessary for American families at home.I searched almost all over the clean and white kitchen, but still couldn't find it.I thought about it carefully. When Mr. Suga first arrived in New York, he was a person who used a rice cooker in one hand and dried salted plums in the other. Even though he has lived in New York for 20 years, he still mostly eats Japanese food at home now. , so he probably won't need that big can opener.In desperation, I had to start opening cans with a small can opener that I managed to find.It's the kind of little can opener you take with you when you go camping.I'm very clumsy at this, and I'm not used to using this thing. I rolled the can on the floor for a while, and the can opener flew out of my hand for a while, and I tossed it several times.Whenever I made a fool of myself, the two cats would meow under their breath, as if to say, "Fuck it up again!"

When I was tossing and tossing hard, the cat couldn't bear it anymore, and lost its temper----it flew over from a distance and hit my head.Although they didn't hurt, it was annoying enough for two light brown balls to hit my head in turn.Sometimes they go off and touch my hand holding the can, making my opening the can even slower. "Hate it! Don't bump into it!" I barked, but the cat also meowed hysterically.In the air-conditioned room, I was sweating profusely.The can was finally opened by me.I dumped the contents into the cat food tray, set the tray on the floor, and the two cats gleefully gobbled it up.Seeing how delicious they were, I moved my face closer and said:

"This is just great!" However, not only did the two cats not thank me, but they complained in their mouths and continued to chew. In the evening, the architect friend called me. It turned out that he apologized to me. He said: "My answer was rude, sorry." It turned out that when I called, his firm was having a very important meeting.Because it was my call, the secretary cleverly forwarded it to the architect friend.He answered the phone, and suddenly said: "Cat food?" Many people around the round table looked at him together.The meeting was about the next big project and was attended by people from all walks of life, including senior government officials.Those people all stared at the architect friend, and he had to lower his voice so that no one could hear:

"Will it be available in the supermarket?" Knowing what happened, I sincerely apologized to him. Later, Mr. Suga's nose was allergic, which was said to be caused by cat hair, so the two cats were given to others. I lost touch with the architect afterward. Every time I see cat food in a supermarket in Japan, I think of that hot summer.