Posted on February 11, 2019
Posted by John Scalzi
Meanwhile, Spice, in the background, knows better.
that is very adorable…lucky guy.
“Alms! Alms for the Purr…”
“Alms… Alms for the Purr…”
(Not sure why that came up twice)
Oh, yes. Oh very yes indeed. That was destined from the moment you named him Smudge.
Our similarly-named feline (Smudgely) is nicknamed “Hoover,” because he is a four-legged vacuum cleaner. He is up on the counters and up on the table and up on the stove and up on top of the refrigerator and up on the range hood CONSTANTLY – we have to keep all food-like items carefully locked away at all times, or he will find and eat them. He has eaten and to all appearances enjoyed bread, cookies, apples, green beans, nuts, cereal, Brussels sprouts, asparagus, celery, carrots, cabbage, broccoli, cherries, and rum-soaked fruitcake. Every single cabinet door in our kitchen is carefully rubber-banded closed, lest the little barstad get in and find some tasty little morsel that is really not best suited to his digestion to nosh upon.
So, yes, the fact that young Master Smudge adorably reaches that one paw up to the table and adorably tries to convince you to share just a tiny morsel of that delicious supper is no surprise to me at all. The only thing that does surprise me is that he doesn’t leap up to your shoulder to try to snag a bite straight off your fork as it passes his nose. And if you ask nicely, I won’t let my Smudgely teach your Smudge that little trick.
That’s squirt gun material in my house.
The paws that refreshes.
“Please sir, can I have more!”
I think Spice put Smudge up to it. Spice is just waiting to see the results of the experiment.
When my big sister left for college, I got my first cat, Samantha. Sam’s table manners were typically exemplary, but when Mom made liver and onions, with bacon (of course), all bets were off. Sam would sneak onto Laura’s empty chair and the paw would come up, reaching carefully to snag some of that yummy stuff. It almost looked like the paw had eyes, like a periscope. Cuter than heck, but only tolerated once.
I could totally tell that was Spice in the background. And I don’t know how I feel about that.
Spice is the Mastermind here. Smudge is just her minion, she’s clearly put him up to it.
Una, one of the cats who live with us, attempts the same thing most days–however, she is less subtle in her approach, often choosing to clamber up me while I’m eating.
Spice might be observing to see if Operation Food is successful or critiquing smudge’s technique
The Actor, and the Audience!
Our 7 year old female cat Aella, waits until dinner cleanup and as soon as the dishwasher door closes she starts yeowling (not meowing) for treats. The 12 year old male just sits in the doorway and waits for the outcome.
Do you get “Zits” in your newspaper? Today’s strip (Tuesday the 12th) was about obscure band names and made me think of you.
I see that you have the same photography problem I have, namely that the short form of the phrase “motion blur” is “cat”….
Ah, yes – we’ve got a cat that tries that, too!
Her name is Sluggo, and she’s VERY insistent that what you’re eating she should have some of….
You are vewwy mean to your poor kitty.
@WiredWizard: You made me laugh.
Arrête de tourmenter cette pauvre bête!
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