So you don't love animals any more? By Bessie

So after eight years Katie suddenly announced last week that she's not a vegetablist anymore.    Daddy was pleased, he said it's much easier now when we go to Grandad's.  Mummy said that was ridiculous.  She has catered for Katie every day  for eight years, it doesn't hurt Grandad to feed her twice a year.  

So the first night she said she was looking forward to tasting meat again and she wolfed her enchiladas down.  Mummy didn't like to tell her that she was actually eating quorn.  We have a freezer drawer full of it, someone has to eat it.  Anyway as soon as Daddy realises he's eating quorn he suddenly decides he's not enjoying his dinner anymore.  So Mummy usually just pretends it's chikkin.     Everyone loved the quornish pasties she made the other day, I don't think they have realised yet.

Mummy is finding it harder to adjust to Katie not being a vegetablist than Katie is.  Katie is all like "Raaar meat."  And Mummy is still checking the labels and trying not to store meat and veggies near each other in the freezer.   Like yesterday they were in Poundland and Katie was looking at the haribos and Mummy told her she couldn't eat them.  Katie said she wasn't anymore, Mummy said as a recovering vegetarian she shouldn't be stuffing her face with meat or she'll get sick.

So I guess Katie doesn't like animals anymore?   Not once in her list of pros and cons did she mention the animals.  Maybe we need to take her to see some pigs going to market to remind her.   I wouldn't mind but right from the start she was a really good vegetablist.  Not one of them pictothingies who still eat fish but pretend to be vegetablists (fakers).   She never had fish or cochineal or anything she shouldn't.    Oh well, it was her decision to be a vegetablist and her decision to not be a vegetablist.   Maybe I could become a vegetablist?  Someone has to eat all the soya mince.