Aww, Kitty, Aww.
I am idly surfing when, from the hallway, Tazendra gives a series of loud, guttural yarps.
She then prowls in, a very large piece of cold chicken in her mouth, and presents it to me with an air of finality.
It was the same sorts of yarping mother cats use to call their kittens when they have semi-killed prey to share. Sargon gave the kitties some leftover chicken as a treat, and Tazendra thought of me. Aww.
(Of course I let her eat it -- I had a sandwich -- so it worked out in her benefit anyway. But still, it's the thought that counts, right? Sharing food, especially to a cat, is a huge deal.)
She then prowls in, a very large piece of cold chicken in her mouth, and presents it to me with an air of finality.
It was the same sorts of yarping mother cats use to call their kittens when they have semi-killed prey to share. Sargon gave the kitties some leftover chicken as a treat, and Tazendra thought of me. Aww.
(Of course I let her eat it -- I had a sandwich -- so it worked out in her benefit anyway. But still, it's the thought that counts, right? Sharing food, especially to a cat, is a huge deal.)