Cat Meals on Wheels

Taco found the abandoned gelato truck on a Tuesday, following the smell of something that used to be refrigerated and wasn't anymore. Inside: rusted equipment, moldy upholstery, and a kitchen that smelled like failure and old dairy. Also: possibility. With Sarge — a scarred veteran tom who sleeps near machinery because machines are more predictable than anything alive — Taco transforms The Purring Spoon into the most improbable food service operation in the city. Their refrigeration unit runs on purring. Their stove ignites only if you slow-blink at it. Their meal planning is guided by lunar cycles and something Sarge calls science-based astrology. Their customers are an organised network of deeply particular cats who have been collectively training them since day one. Empress Cleocatra of SoHo. Mr. Whiskers, Manhattan anxiety coordinator. Duchess Meowlington, Brooklyn organiser. Chairman Meow, occasional philosopher. Mittens McAllister, investment analyst who cannot explain to her board why she keeps coming back. Cat Meals on Wheels is absurdist workplace comedy with genuine heart — about building something real out of nothing, feeding people who deserve better, and the radical act of showing up even when the whole operation shouldn't work. It shouldn't work. It does.