At least it's just a claim-by-paw attempt.
This evening, as I sat eating my dinner, Saya climbed up and investigated. Never mind that she had a bowlful of her cat food, freshly dispensed not 15 minutes previous: this was human food, and thus must be examined carefully. At one point Fog reached toward the piece of bread, sneaking glances at me: “You gonna eat that?” her face asked. “Because, if not, you know, I’d be happy to eat that for you. Or maybe just play with the bread.”
No, Fog, you may not put your paw on the bread. I know where else your paws go.
Those paws are not going on my food. (I’ve had cats claim food that way. Good thing they never made the connection: put a paw on human-food, get that human-food uncontested. I’d go hungry, and my cats would all be spherical.)
When I went to refill my drink cup, Fog of course left the now-empty dinner bowl for the chair. “You weren’t going to sit here, were you? Because you got up, so I came down. I can keep the seat warm for you. That is, in fact, what I came to do…no, I do not want to sit on your lap instead!!!”
Hey, that’s what comes of accepting cut-rate servants like myself. The cats have to accept that, sometimes, we’ll simply refuse to cater to their whim as is proper.
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