The Cat Who Ate My Biscuit The cat raises his paw. I can see the yearning in its emerald green eyes. But my biscuit is rubber. It is a fake artificial lump of rubber. He will choke to death if he feast on it. Gingerly, I place the biscuit on the floor and warn the cat to back off. The cat listens, not to my benign warning, but to his grovelling stomach. He pounces. With a determined hiss and almighty leap, he secures the biscuit with his gleaming white teeth. I watch him streak off to the distance with his prize, triumphantly. It is my first and last encounter with such a greedy, but also such an adorable cat. I wonder at his moment of epiphany, when he realises that his biscuit is in fact not a biscuit, will he feel betrayed? Will he lost his faith with the whole of humanity because of a single human who offer him a fake biscuit and will he ever feel the same way about biscuits ever again because of a single biscuit who is fake? Will he eat the biscuit despite knowing it is fake because of his pride that springs from his small feline heart? Will he develop constipation from the biscuit that simply will not melt or toothache from the biscuit that he could not gnaw? I wish him well. I do hope that he finds a true biscuit next time.