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So I opened a can of tuna to make dinner. At the first crunch of the can
opener, three cats apparated into the kitchen and all shouted at me that
they would die if they did not get any tuna RIGHT NOW. So I gave them
each a tea spoon full on their own little plates so they wouldn't crowd
each other. Dot gobbled hers up first, and then decided she wanted
Cashy's. When pushing him out of the way didn't work (he's almost twice
her size), she decided a different approach: she bopped him on the top
of his head with her paw. When he looked up at her, she dove for the
food. I shooed her away and then she did it again. Twice. He kept
falling for it. Poor gullible old man.
opener, three cats apparated into the kitchen and all shouted at me that
they would die if they did not get any tuna RIGHT NOW. So I gave them
each a tea spoon full on their own little plates so they wouldn't crowd
each other. Dot gobbled hers up first, and then decided she wanted
Cashy's. When pushing him out of the way didn't work (he's almost twice
her size), she decided a different approach: she bopped him on the top
of his head with her paw. When he looked up at her, she dove for the
food. I shooed her away and then she did it again. Twice. He kept
falling for it. Poor gullible old man.