So there is something about Honey Nut Cheerios that CJ can NOT get enough of.
Back when she was a youngster, she'd come staggering out every morning, still groggily wiping morning sleep from her eyes, as soon as she heard me pour my bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. And we would sit and share and life was good. (this was obviously pre-kitty-liver-disease-diagnosis)
But I've not had HNC for years and years. Just happened to get the hankering the other day.
But, apparently, CJ has not forgotten them. Because one whiff and she was on me like flies on poop!
Just look at this pupil-dilated, hypnotic stare into the bowl*. You can just feel her willing that last cheerio to leap into her mouth.
And normally CJ abides by the rules. Ya know, the "no taking food not offered" rule. She can stare at me. She can stare at the food. She can even reach her paw out to cutely remind me that she'd like something. But there is NO taking the food off of my plate. Or outta my bowl.
Apparently, that rule goes right out the window when HNCs are involved. Because I turn my head for one minute and.........
And then, and THEN ... she had the audacity to give me the "what? I didn't do nuthin'" look.
Which may have been more effective without the incriminating evidence on her face.
Yeah, bad, bad kitty.
General Mills ... I'm thinkin' commercial**. Give me a call!
*I love this picture!
** yeah, I'm pimpin' out my cat! What of it?? :)