This is what happens when you have a snack in the middle of the night. I’m not sure if he’s laying on the guilt or doing his best to hypnotize Sarah into forking over some of her sandwich. Either way, it didn’t work. Unlike me, the girl is immune to his mind control charms.
You know, just for the record, I too like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. No? Okay then, you leave me no choice. *staring intently* Give the dog a bite…give the dog a bite…give the dog a bite…
You have no power over me!
(However, Maine Coons can take me for all I’m worth. Starting with bacon bits.)
I love Maine Coons. They are beautiful cats. Too much hair for me though — my dream cat is a Sphynx. No hair at all. All the joy of a cat but none of the hair clean-up. LOL
Primal beasts know that the only victories (i.e., food) that are truly yours are those earned in combat. For Sarah to earn her PBJ she must past the gauntlet of the stare, the sad eyes, the guilt, and possibly the snarling leap for her throat.
But the PBJ will taste all the better for having earned it. (It’s a very Hemingway sort of thing. Or Robert Heinlein, sometimes I get them confused.)
Ha! Very good point! And I must say, she passed with flying colors because she held her own with strength and character! And the PBJ sandwich was hers and hers alone. LOL
He’s a real cutie. Aw, give him a bite already.
Thank you! And I would if it were me! My daughter on the other hand…she just does not share food. At least not PBJ sandwiches. LOL