Cat Food

In the very beginning of break I went grocery shopping with my mom, and the experience in the pet food aisle was as exciting as it could be, really.

There was a middle aged man looking at sunflower seeds next to us. I was in the middle of the thought (in case anyone was wondering about what thoughts go randomly through my head, though in less complete words...)
"it's ironic that the sunflower seed farmers make sure that birds and rodents don't get their crop, but then it's sold so those same animals eat them"
when he asked how old our cat was. Mama had been staring at the cat food for a long time, trying to figure out which one to buy, where the kitten one was, why different cans say the same thing but are color coded differently (one was sliced, one was original.)
"Five moths" Mama answered, and he said
"Oh, he's a young one" both Mama and I expected advice about cat food or something
"I had a cat, he died last Christmas" he said, showing us a picture on his iphone.
"Oh, I'm sorry" I said
"He was 21"
"that's really old" I said with a sympathetic nod.
then he walked away.

then the guy who works at Hannaford suddenly stopped and said
"I didn't do it!"
"what?" I asked
"nothing" he said, his hands up in the air, the scanning machine raised like a forfeited gun
and then Mama and I moved onto the litter part of the isle
"I totally forgot they eat, why do cats need to eat at all?"
"wow, that's cold" said the guy who works at Hannaford
"no, I don't mean that about just cats. I mean that about people as well. It would be so convenient if we didn't have to eat or sleep.  That's the college student speaking in me"

we finally figured out everything to buy, and as I passed he made a gesture of 'please pass' with his hands, amused understanding look on his face. I nodded at him and went forth to do the rest of the shopping.