Ordered curry last night.
Standard fare, including plain naan, and poppadoms.
So...
The cat's mooching around, looking for something to do, when I break off a bit of poppadom.
She then perks up, and trots over all gleefully, like I've just opened a gateway to the land of unlimited meaty treats.
I turn her away from my food, naturally, at the same time my partner breaks off a piece of poppadom in the other room. Off she scampers, with her head full of glee, and I remember something.
There was no mistake on her part.
When she was younger, she used to love poppadom, when we ordered curry. Several years ago.