I know I haven’t mentioned this, but my wife and I have three cats. Two of them, Quazo and MIsto, are mine from before I met the wife and the other one, Wicket, is hers.
Now my cats don’t like human food, cat treats, anything but the food they get in their bowl. Wicket on the other hand thinks that almost any kind of meat product belongs on a plate for her to enjoy when she wants it. If I am making a sandwich she will hop up on the counter and grip at me until I give her some of my lunchmeat and since her mom was a Siamese she knows how to talk… a lot.
It’s been a few weeks though since I have given her any lunchmeat because she was usually asleep when I was making something, but today was a whole different story. Wicket was asleep in the bedroom and I went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge.
Well, she must have heard it open and known that it was lunchtime because the next thing you know I see her flying through the air as she flung herself a the dining room table and she starts screaming at me before she even landed.
I hadn’t even gotten the lunchmeat out of the door yet and she’s sitting there, leaning forward and staring at my hands like I held the key to her eternal happiness. I did share some with her which she gobbled up like she hadn’t eaten in five days, but then the little beggar had the gaul to hop up near my sandwich and stare at me some more like “You’re going to share aren’t you?”
Let it be a lesson to all of you out there. Sharing with a cat just means they will try and take advantage of you even more.