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There are rules; I know that. I am fully aware of them and make an effort to follow the ones that result in me getting crunchy treats and bites of people food.
One of the major dinner time rules is that the kitty does not get on the table while the people are eating dinner.
If the kitty breaks this rule, all usual tiny tastes of whatever they are having will not be forthcoming.
And you know, I have never broken this rule. Not even when I was a kitten. They ate, I did not get on the table. I understood that rule, and obeyed it.
Until tonight.
Doods, I have no idea what I was thinking, but I sat in a chair at the table while they had their soup, and the next thing I know I'm on the table and the Man is shoving his hand toward me to make me get back onto the chair. He didn't have to actually push, because as soon as I was up there I had an Oh Frak moment and immediately turned around.
Really. Royal brain fart.
So I jumped down to the floor and went over to the Woman, stood on my back paws and patted her leg to say I was sorry, and she looked down, puzzled looking, and asked, "Do you have a headache or something, Max?" She looked at the Man and said, "He really looks like he's got a headache."
Hm.
Well, I was really good for the rest of dinner, and when she was washing out bowls--I was not allowed a taste of the soup because it wasn't kitty-friendly--she got a couple of crunchy treats out for me and Buddah.
"You were a butthead, but only for a moment," she said. "You can have a couple of crunchies."
Whew.
Really, no idea why I did what I did, but at least I still got the treat.
19 comments:
accidents happen once in a while. I am sure you saw something up there that you had to kill to protect them. I also say good that you do not get on table during food time. Pixel and Samba do not go on table or beg when we eat. They know if it is good they will get some in there bowl. Pixel does not like people food though
Jeez, Max. We're glad to hear the Woman didn't hold your temporary mental lapse against you. We have that same rule in our house.
Thunking too hard can cause the occassional misstep. Just don't let Santa Claws find out & he is coming soon! That's what happens when it gets cold.
~ Vicat
Sounds to us like your nose took over your brain. That must have been one stinky good soup to make you jump up on the table even if it wasn't kitty friendly. We'd forgive you, Max!
Sounds to us like your nose took over your brain. That must have been one stinky good soup to make you jump up on the table even if it wasn't kitty friendly. We'd forgive you, Max!
well at least your mom was nice and gave you treats. play up that headache thing
Thank heavens. I was worried this story would not end happily. And you would need a new human cause you made her go deaded or wish she went deaded or something...
Mom made that rule for Charmee an' me, too. But she also says, "No mushy noms on the bed!" An' I eat on the bed all of the time now that I'm one of the geezeriest girlies in the blogosphere! Mom is a pushover!
Max, Really, Pal, I see no good reason for that rule, not at all. I think what happened tonight was you finally, even if subconsciously, realized the truth of this.
Is there really a good REASON why you are not allowed on the table? You! A fine specimen of Feline GentlemanCatliness? What, are they afraid you'll fart in someone's face? Pee inappropriately on the pork chops? As if!!! You would nefur do those things!
So, why should you not take your rightful place at the dining table. Just askin'.
I didn't know anyone had that rule! It is certainly not followed here. Binga LOVES jumping on the table when the humans eat. They don't seem to like it much, but then, they don't make the rules around here.
I think the humans just don't want a naked cat butt near their food.
I understand this. I wouldn't want a naked human butt near my Fancy Feast.
Well, ya KNEW ta get off after the faux pas. That counts. In fact, that deserves some treats, right?
We have ALL done that here. Its "forgiven, but dont doit again". Ya know?
oh whew! i was afraid you weren't going to get a treat there for a minute! good mom, good mom!
smiles, auntie bee
xxoxooxxoxoxoox
Max! Max! You're not that old! You shouldn't be having brain farts!
Still, it was nice that your mom lady gaved you treats anyway. And you did the exact right thing saying sorry right after. Even if you probably weren't. You did get crunchies!
Way to work 'em!
Mum always says keep the paws off the table. But if we occasionally forgets we still gets some goodies.
Plus it helps we we don't push our face into her plate!
You have your own chair but are not allowed to partake of the repast?
You can sit at the table but only smell the food?
Something is wrong.
Very wrong.
at least you didn't step in the soup :)
I have a similar problem. My hooman eats nice-smelling stuff and I want it. But at least she shares before I stuff my nose into her stuff. It's taken my whole life, but I finally got her trained.
Handsome Max, you just furgot momentarily...mol. I want in Mom's lap at eating time, but she won't let me.
xoxo Kassey
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