Yes, I’m grumpy today. Mom says I’m in trouble too and not to forget about it. You see, earlier, my sister Tessa was begging for people food. It’s something she does and she gets away with it, I might add. I rarely beg for people food, perhaps the occasional French fry here and there. Anytime anyone in my house opens a box or a bag or a can, there’s my sister, pawing the air, begging for food. You’d think my Mom and Dad would put an end to that bad behavior, but noooooo. There she is, looking all bright-eyed, her white mittens stretched out. I could ignore her but apparently, my humans cannot.
Anyway, my sister turned me on to chicken and chicken broth. It’s the most eaten thing in my house. So, let’s blame Tessa for my downfall.
Don’t get me wrong. I still like my Fancy Feast Tender Chicken and Liver pate, mostly. It’s just that sometimes, something different is good. Variety is the spice of life, some people say and that occasional French fry was my spice of life.
And there she was, up on the kitchen island, nomming away on a good-sized bite of shredded chicken that she begged off Dad. I wanted some too.
I may have fought my sister for that tasty bite. Dad wasn’t happy about that. He said just wait until my Mom gets home, that she’d have words for me.
I might be sorry. I got a good scratch on the side of my nose but it was worth it. That was good chicken!
No one comes between me and my chicken. Remember that, little brother.
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We, meaning Mom, Dad, Viola and the chicken-fighting duo Quint and Tessa, are taking Friday off from blogging. Look for us back next Monday, September 14th. Everyone get along over the weekend, okay?
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2025 – No post
2024 – Miscellaneous Monday
2023 – No post
2022 – Cats Who Sing, Late Summer Edition
2021 – No post
2020 – Our Summer Vacation
2019 – Monday Mischief
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – Friday Fiction
2015 – Wordless Wednesday
2014 – No post
2013 – Fruit Cats
2012 – No post
