Sharing stinks IV

Great, just great.  Thelma & I had a tradition—until yesterday, anyway—that when she made her fruit smoothie in the morning, we’d share the banana.  I love bananas & I’ll eat them if they’re mushy or brown or not-yet-ripe.  Bananas are *that* good.  In the mornings I get some, the rest goes into the blender & Thelma puts the peel in the composter.  She always offered a piece of banana to Nestle who would sniff it & then turn her head.  That’s cool—more for me, right?  Well…yesterday Thelma decided—only God knows why—she decided to cut the banana into tiny pieces for Nestle & guess what?  Turns out she actually LIKES bananas.  But she’s so weird & finicky & cat-like, you have to cut them up into teeny tiny pieces & put them in her bowl for her to eat it.  Me?  All you have to do is toss it in the air & I’ll catch it.  But not Princess Nestle, oh noooo.  So now I have to share my a.m. banana TWO ways, not just one.  They don’t make bananas big enough for the three of us!  Like Louise always says, “I can’t have nuthin’.”  /end rant