I was fixing dinner tonight, and Little Feet was just having a fit, trying to get some raw chicken. I told him he had to wait until I finished cooking it, and then he could have some.

So I throw the drumsticks in the oven, and when they are done, I get a bright idea - I'll pull the meat off one drumstick, and cut it up into kitty-sized pieces, so it will cool off, and so they'll both have their own saucer of chicken.

Finally, I bring Presto and Little Feet their chicken, with a proud flourish, and sit it down in front of them. Both cats sniff at it, then walk away from it, only to beg chicken from me and Senyah.

Little Feet is even trying to steal a drumstick off my plate (siiiigh!).

Rule number one - when counting on the behavior of a cat, don't.

Copyright © Mark Edwards
February 11, 2001