By deeanndmathews on Skatehive
“So, Dad, Goldie just brought us some more meat and I wanted to know if you would throw it up on the barbie for her.” Sgt. Vincent Trent resisted both laughing and crying as he looked down at eight-year-old Gracie and her big golden cat, Goldie, who was single-handedly keeping the field mouse population in check and had brought her latest catch to Gracie. “Tell Goldie I need a day in advance, because there's an order to barbecuing, and everyone has a best diet,” the sergeant said. “I'm just finished barbecuing the tofu and halloumi cheese, and I had to clean the grill to make sure there wasn't meat contamination for Amanda and George's diets – so now, I'd have to clean the grill again to make sure Goldie's carnivore diet wasn't contaminated with tofu and halloumi cheese, and I don't have time.” “You know what, Dad, that makes perfect sense, because there's this story called Ward Wegler and the Bicycle of Doom and when you do stuff out of order and don't get things done for others on ti