Recently, I have come to the strange realization that cat treats and human treats are contained in similar bags. Sometimes, when I pull out a bag of chocolate covered somethings, the cats will suddenly appear in the kitchen, believing that they might get a small tidbit to keep their poor selves from starving to death.
This evening, I took a bag of chocolate covered blueberries out of the pantry and put them on the kitchen table. As frequently happens, I was distracted by the need to complete a task, and I went upstairs. As I was coming down the stairs, I thought I heard the bag rustle, as if someone was eating my treats! This must be the sound the cats hear before they come running.
C was in the kitchen, eating a snack and getting ready for bed. I studied him for a moment, narrowing my eyes. “Are you eating my blueberries?”
He nodded. “Yep,” he stated proudly.
“Um… no,” I stated matter-of-factly. “Those are my treats.” I moved the bag just out of his arm’s reach. His arm stretched, he leaned, and he pulled them back toward him.
“They’re my treats, too,” he informed me.
“Nope,” I tried again. “I paid for them. That makes them my treats.” I offered what I thought to be an irrefutable argument.
“But I am eating them,” he informed me, his own logic trumping mine.
I sat down and pulled the bag closer. “Go on,” I joked. “Isn’t it bedtime?”
“Just a couple more,” he teased.
“No!” I waved him away, stifling a giggle. “These are mine!” I clutched them to my chest like a treasure. He disappeared upstairs. No doubt, the minute I am not looking, he will eat them.
The letters N and O. Perfect together, but not always what we want to hear.
Hide them in an empty vegetable bag or can and they’ll be safe!
When you were comparing the bag to cat treats, I feared someone might have mistakenly had some cat treats.
My brother had a bad habit of drinking out of the pitcher from the fridge. My dog had recently broken his leg, so we had him on a diet where he ate mainly chicken gizzards and zucchini. It helped take the weight off and with the healing process. We used the pitcher as a means to store the dog’s food. Unfortunately for my brother, it gave him quite a shock in the middle of the night. 😉
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Oh my! That is a great story! I wonder if your brother still has this habit…. 😀
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Really nice post!
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Thank you!
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