Sunday, February 10, 2008

what a softie

With four cats in the house, competition for food can be pretty intense. X-man was eating his lunch, and MamaD put his plate on a chair so he could reach it. He likes to run around in between bites. (Like mother, like son.)

Well, he had a cut-up turkey dog on the chair, and Tuckie decided that it smelled pretty good. He watched it for a while, and then when X-man ran into the other room, Tuckie made his move.

MamaD yelled at him and gave him a push with her foot to make him get down. (No, Lewis, she did NOT kick him.)

When X-man came back for another bite, Tuckie was back sniffing in the air by the chair. MamaD grabbed the squirt bottle to spray him, Tuckie ran down the hall. X-man walked down the hall after Tuckie and squatted down to pet him as if to say, "Aw, that's okay."

What a softie. Just like his grandmama.

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