Wisdom From an Unusual Source

Timothy watched intently as his mother once again demonstrated the use of the thin sticks she held and ate her food with. Copying the way she positioned the sticks in her hand he slowly endeavored to pick up a small colorful roll from his plate. His tongue made an appearance on the side of his muzzle as he concentrated intently of the task of bringing the tiny morsel to his mouth without dropping it. Leaning forward Timothy opened his jaws in anticipation and slowly brought his shaking hands up to place the tiny morsel in his mouth. Just before it reached his mouth the sticks twisted in his hands again and the little roll of rice and savory smelling fish meat rotated out from between them to fall back to his plate with a small plunk.
Timothy looked down at his plate and the still uneaten portions with a slightly sour and dejected expression. He glanced from the corner of his eye to his mother sitting at his side who was momentarily preoccupied talking with his granddad sitting across the table. Shifting his grip on the wooden sticks Timothy speared the sushi roll and shoveled it into his mouth before anyone noticed his cunning. 
“Timothy.” From his grandmother sitting directly across from him, a tinge of reproach in her voice. 
Timothy froze having only just bit into the roll looking from adult to adult gauging their reaction to his failed attempt at subverting their teaching him a way to eat with chopsticks. He couldn’t suppress the smile that formed on his muzzle as the delicious taste of the crab meat slowly found its way to his tongue. As his grandmother reached across the table to correct his grip on the chopsticks Timothy chewed the savory flavor of the rice and crab roll. He listened to the sage advice of his aged grandmother on how to handle the new eating implements to get the second and even more compelling bit of food to his mouth without dropping it. 
With the expert guidance of his grandmother Timothy managed to get his second bite of sushi to his mouth on the first try, barely. As he chewed on the delicacy he looked around the restaurant at the other diners. He caught the family of ocelots sitting at the booth across the aisle surreptitiously watching him with thinly veiled amusement. At their pleasant smiles and the subtle nod of their heads under his stare he grinned his enjoyment back at them. 
His skill rapidly improved through the course of the meal to the point of being able to hold the rolls steady between the chopsticks without the slightest shake and even managed to keep them from twisting out and falling back to the plate. As his grandfather paid the bill the family of cats got up and left with polite nods and smiles to him and his family. The receipt came back with four folded cookies, one for everyone at the table. Just as he bit into his cookie he saw his mother crack hers open and remove a tiny sliver of paper from it and began reading it. 
Intrigued Timothy pulled the cookie from his mouth and broke it open looking intently for the note in his. Staring at the words on the sliver of paper Timothy slowly read the message from the cookie.
You will lead a stimulating and meaningful life.

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Yeah, yeah, I know you don’t get fortune cookies at Japanese restaurants but I hope I can take some literary license without making too many enemies.