|This is my Ooops face...|
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.
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."
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."
Really, no idea why I did what I did, but at least I still got the treat.