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When I'm eating dinner, my kits have to come and sniff what I'm eating. 9 1/2 times out of 10, they have no interest in tasting it, just want to know what Meowmy is having.
Last night I was eating some Shepard's Pie (plain ground beef, nothing added, mixed with canned corn and Betty Crocker instant mashed - because I'm lazy and not a real cook, LOL.)
Ginger seemed VERY interested in the smell, so I put a little bit on a fork and offered it up for her nose. She sniffed and sniffed and sniffed, and just when it seemed like she was going to take a taste, she changed her mind and walked away, nose up in the air.
Up next was Ferris, always 2nd in line (unless it is morning snack time, then he pushes his face right in front of Ginger's, the scoundrel!) He sniffed, sniffed, sniffed, then decided he wanted to taste some.
He started licking up the little bit of mashies, then ate the one corn kernal, then came back to finish up the little bit of mashie-covered ground beef. All off my fork, of course.
It was face licking delicious, as far as he was concerned. He thanked me, hopped off the bed to go have a wash, and I went back to my now slightly colder dinner.
Gotta love 'em!
Last night I was eating some Shepard's Pie (plain ground beef, nothing added, mixed with canned corn and Betty Crocker instant mashed - because I'm lazy and not a real cook, LOL.)
Ginger seemed VERY interested in the smell, so I put a little bit on a fork and offered it up for her nose. She sniffed and sniffed and sniffed, and just when it seemed like she was going to take a taste, she changed her mind and walked away, nose up in the air.
Up next was Ferris, always 2nd in line (unless it is morning snack time, then he pushes his face right in front of Ginger's, the scoundrel!) He sniffed, sniffed, sniffed, then decided he wanted to taste some.
He started licking up the little bit of mashies, then ate the one corn kernal, then came back to finish up the little bit of mashie-covered ground beef. All off my fork, of course.
It was face licking delicious, as far as he was concerned. He thanked me, hopped off the bed to go have a wash, and I went back to my now slightly colder dinner.
Gotta love 'em!