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Had a quiet morning recovering from my
Everest exploits. Woke up to the fabulous bouquet of fresh
salmon. Skirt was preparing lunch. I wrapped myself around her
legs as a hint that I should get my share. She stopped making
lunch and put a portion of
Phony-Haggis-in-a-Venison-and-Wine-Soufflé into my bowl. It was
time to turn on the charm. With eyes wide open I turned my purr
to full volume and stared into her eyes. Extraordinarily, she
managed to ignore this and serve lunch for everyone else. I
patted Trousers on the leg to remind him that I love salmon. No
response - except a playful, “Go away you greedy pest of a cat.”
No response either when I tried with Skirt and Brat. With the
salmon disappearing fast, I had to resort to desperate measures.
I jumped onto the table and took a great big lick of Trousers’
salmon. This technique always works, for humans appear to know
the rule, “Anything a cat licks becomes his possession.” Minutes
later the salmon was dumped into my bowl and Trousers had a
salad.
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