You don’t know the name of the beach. Your iPhone marks it as near Puako, but you call it Cat Beach. As in: Do you want to take the leftovers out to Cat Beach to give to the hungry feline family?
And, so one night you take a few leftovers. And, the next day you have a bag of vittles in the rental car. And, then you find out that these spoiled creatures prefer meat to kibble, want any crouton-like chow soaked in milk (no, half and half).
You wonder how these beggars can be so bossy, but you comply and return to this beach even when it is raining. Even before you have had your own supper. You half consider buying them their own Huli chicken just to hear them purr.
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