A Dinner Date

My boyfriend came over last night for dinner. My dinner. All of it. Every crumb.

The bastard.

He was soaking wet from paw to tail, and Mom & Dad felt sorry that his own family had left him out in the rain all day, so they invited him in to dry off. I didn't mind. I like Tiger. He's a handsome orange tomcat, and he likes me too. We rub heads and I share my treats when he comes over. He must have missed lunch or not had his full toona quota though, because he plowed right through my entire bowl of crunchies! Fer cryin' out loud! I don't mind sharing buddy, but leave some for me! He even licked the dust out of the bottom. EEEEEEWWWW. I insisted that Mom & Dad clean the bowl before filling it again. Boy-cats have no manners.

At least I got a good head rub out of it, and some treats for being such a good share-er. I guess I still came out ahead. Tiger can stay.

~Guen