Cats are such delightful creatures!
There's a saying that goes a little something like this: Dogs have masters, cats have staff. Cats treat you with such disdain and then they are all over you, wanting, nay *demanding* your love and affection. In our house, there's a clear delineation in roles: the cats love and adore Etienne, and would follow him to the ends of the earth just to be near him; and I clean their litter box, feed them, clean up their cat messes, and get ignored and shunned.
But I draw the line at stealing from me!
We were watching TV and eating in front of the TV. Engaged in conversation, I didn't notice until too late that Max was sticking his head into my water glass to take a drink. I tried to grab it before he got his little tongue in there, but as a show of defiance, the little booger snorted in the water.
Round 1 to Max.
I got up and emptied the water, rinsed the glass so I wouldn't be sharing his little cat germs so up close and personal, refreshed my water, and returned to the couch. A mere 35 minutes later, the little booger was back and making a beeline for my glass. This time I swooped in and saved my glass before he could pull rank.
Round 2 to Fancy.
Cats...
...Wish you were here.
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