When they came home, there was steak.
We're talking the really good, really tender, perfectly cooked real live fresh dead cow. The kind that makes you start drooling as soon as you smell it.
Well, the Woman cut up some for us, in perfect little cat sized bites and gave me a plate with some, and gave Buddah a plate with some, plus a couple of crunchies because he won't eat people food without a crunchy topper.
So I ate mine, and when I was done...well, Buddah wasn't, so I jumped on the counter and finished it for him.
AND HE LET ME!
The Woman saw this and sighed, but Buddah walked away like he didn't care. He probably did, at least a little, but what's he gonna do? I already chewed and swallowed it.
And then, to rub it in, I jumped onto his tree and plopped down on his favorite spot.
He didn't seem to kind, but the Woman...heh..."Damn, you can be a dick sometimes, Max."
Yes. Yes I can.
And I'm fine with that.