After I had breakfast this morning--of which I ate half--the Woman remarked that I hadn't had a really good food day in several days.
That's how they refer to days when I eat a lot. Good food days.
Now, bear in mind, I get cans opened for me 5-6 times a day. Sometimes I'm just not hungry, but I asked for food, so the can got opened...a bite or two was all I wanted. And she gets that, and says it's okay.
But when I only nibble at everything for a couple days, she thinks I'm not getting enough.
Since I didn't Hoover my breakfast down, she opened another can 2 hours later, and I took 2 or 3 polite bites, then walked away. She shrugged, gathered her stuff, and went off to work at Starbucks for a while. I went to take a nap.
At lunchtime, I was hungrier, so I ate a little more than half.
She was happy with that, and then set about making her own lunch. I was in the front room lounging on my seat by the front door, and when she sat down in the living room, I caught a whiff.
Ham.
I wanted it.
So I casually strolled into the living room and jumped up on the arm of her chair, and politely asked for a bite. She equally politely said I would get a bite when she was done. So, still polite, I got closer and informed her that I needed that ham more than she did, and I would really like some right now.
Now, from where I was, I could see that she had already torn a few bites off of her piece. She knew she was going to give me some. And I reasoned that since she was aware of this and had wanted me to eat more earlier, she would understand if I did not wait politely any longer.
I shoved my face to her plate and scarfed down all the little bites she had set aside.
She did not yell.
Instead, she sighed, tore more off, and set the plate on the end table to make it easier for me to eat, shoving the lone small bite she had left in her mouth.
I don't begrudge her that.
But...she was happy that I ate.
Even if I did break the "you only get a bite if you're good" rule.
That's how they refer to days when I eat a lot. Good food days.
Now, bear in mind, I get cans opened for me 5-6 times a day. Sometimes I'm just not hungry, but I asked for food, so the can got opened...a bite or two was all I wanted. And she gets that, and says it's okay.
But when I only nibble at everything for a couple days, she thinks I'm not getting enough.
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At lunchtime, I was hungrier, so I ate a little more than half.
She was happy with that, and then set about making her own lunch. I was in the front room lounging on my seat by the front door, and when she sat down in the living room, I caught a whiff.
Ham.
I wanted it.
So I casually strolled into the living room and jumped up on the arm of her chair, and politely asked for a bite. She equally politely said I would get a bite when she was done. So, still polite, I got closer and informed her that I needed that ham more than she did, and I would really like some right now.
Now, from where I was, I could see that she had already torn a few bites off of her piece. She knew she was going to give me some. And I reasoned that since she was aware of this and had wanted me to eat more earlier, she would understand if I did not wait politely any longer.
I shoved my face to her plate and scarfed down all the little bites she had set aside.
She did not yell.
Instead, she sighed, tore more off, and set the plate on the end table to make it easier for me to eat, shoving the lone small bite she had left in her mouth.
I don't begrudge her that.
But...she was happy that I ate.
Even if I did break the "you only get a bite if you're good" rule.
7 comments:
Rules bend for Good Food days. Like when Brat is coughing, and the only thing I can get him to eat is FF Broths, as long as he's eating it's fine.
I see you are in your Rightful Place on top of the table. Ham is good stuff.
And your were polite. Manners first ❤️❤️❤️
When mum makes a ham samwich she always cuts an extra piece to feed me.
Max, of course, it's *your* ham after all! If it weren't your ham, it wouldn't be available, would it?
Max, you've got her wrapped around your paw!
dood....roolz iz ment ta bee broken thatz why they iz made in de furst place.....
cuzin daiz getz a ham slice everee day...itz de... make a samich 1 foot tall kinda ham... that comez pree sliced, cooked N reddy ta chow on...just tear open de package N yur all set.... { haz we dropped enuff hintz !! }
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So where's the HAM? You want ham right?
TBT sometimes opens a can we don't like, but the same stuff shows up next meal and we ARE hungry. Funny how it smells better then...
We are happy to read about every time you eat. Keep eating.
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