Thursday, May 7, 2015
Furriends, last night was a sad night but it was also a happy night. I SCORED big time! And showed my nonattentive Mom a thing or two.
She was late coming home (strike 1) because she went to eat at someplace called Cracker Barrel. She brought home a dessert of apple pie with vanilla ice cream to eat here. Which she did, not sharing with us, by the way (strike 2). Then Lazy Bones leaves the plate on the table and goes over to the computer to work on her lessons, thereby continuing to not pay attention to the kittehs (strike 3).
I used all my considerable stealth to put my front paws on the table and helped myself to the leftovers (HOME RUN FOR ME!) Unfortunately I made a bit too much noise - Mom says it was my slurping that gave it away but that's a lie, I don't slurp. She rushes over to stop me, sadly, but hey, it was fun while it lasted. MOUSES!
Mom: It was my fault. I was lazy. I'm just grateful Toby got into something so benign. Though I rarely leave food where they can get to it. They usually don't care what I'm eating but I don't want to take the chance.
And I don't care what the studies say, cats CAN taste sweets. They know the difference. The Cat Who Came Before, Mina, had a huge sweet tooth.