Mr Poe is a very bad, naughty cat who steals food that isn't his.
I had made a sandwich for Himself, was about to make one for Myself. Phone call from the retired, very chatty man who used to install greenhouses, who knows someone who might replace the roof on my greenhouse, maybe even this year, asking for a little more information.
Put the lunch meat and the cheese in their respective deli packages. Put packages under the cutting board. Went to my study, located the information, finished the call. Walked back into the kitchen and . . .
plastic bag and paper are out on the counter. The roast beef is gone. Mr Poe is in the dining room, assiduously cleaning his paw.
He's always looking for more. He gets 1/2 of a 3 ounce can of Tiny Tiger four times a day, plus a chicken gizzard at dinner time. Before you ask, no, Mr Poe is not losing weight. He occasionally / infrequently will throw up in the morning before breakfast. It's like water.
He has become a beggar, will stretch up towards the counter when I'm making lunch, wants to peer in the refrigerator when I open it, walks across the desk if I'm have a bowl of yogurt and fruit for lunch in my study. Some of this is my fault - I'll maybe give both cats a scrap of ham or cheese after making sandwiches, put the bowl from yogurt on the floor after I finish. But No More! I've created a monster. Stealing my lunch is Not Acceptable!
Rant over.
I had made a sandwich for Himself, was about to make one for Myself. Phone call from the retired, very chatty man who used to install greenhouses, who knows someone who might replace the roof on my greenhouse, maybe even this year, asking for a little more information.
Put the lunch meat and the cheese in their respective deli packages. Put packages under the cutting board. Went to my study, located the information, finished the call. Walked back into the kitchen and . . .
plastic bag and paper are out on the counter. The roast beef is gone. Mr Poe is in the dining room, assiduously cleaning his paw.
He's always looking for more. He gets 1/2 of a 3 ounce can of Tiny Tiger four times a day, plus a chicken gizzard at dinner time. Before you ask, no, Mr Poe is not losing weight. He occasionally / infrequently will throw up in the morning before breakfast. It's like water.
He has become a beggar, will stretch up towards the counter when I'm making lunch, wants to peer in the refrigerator when I open it, walks across the desk if I'm have a bowl of yogurt and fruit for lunch in my study. Some of this is my fault - I'll maybe give both cats a scrap of ham or cheese after making sandwiches, put the bowl from yogurt on the floor after I finish. But No More! I've created a monster. Stealing my lunch is Not Acceptable!
Rant over.