In my defense...
By Max |Ok, so last night before he went to bed, the Man had a snack. And that snack was a chicken leg. He ate it at the table, and then got up to get a drink.
He left the bone on his plate on the table.
Well, now. I saw the bone there and I jumped up on the chair, but I was not going to take the bone and nom the little bits and pieces of meat off of it.
I wasn't!
I was guarding it for him. I mean, it was just sitting there all exposed, and there's another kitty in the house, one who is far less scrupulous than I am. I was just making sure that Buddah didn't take the leg bone and try to chew on it, because there's that little pokey bone on it that he would have choked on.
Clearly, I was being honorable here.
But no, the Man saw me and was all Get down from there, Max. You can't have that, Max.
I knew that. I WAS WATCHING IT FOR HIM.
Sheesh.
Some people.








I hate it when they think I'm going to do something when I'm being good. They should say, "What a wonderful cat you are. Here have this wonderful treat because you are such a good cat." But they never do.