(Ah-HAH! She’s left the room at last, and now her ham sandwich is alone and unprotected! Now’s my chance to enjoy a delicious — what’s this?! She’s taken a bite out of it! And thanks to the unspoken code set forth centuries ago by the Earl of Sandwich, no one else may touch it! Curse you, chivalry!
Rules are rules, Sharon H.
Such a defeated expression…come with me, kitty. I don’t have ham but I can give you cuddles.
I love the Groucho eyebrows.
Cow cats often have them, and they’re fantastic. The eyebrows. And the cats.
I may not have ham but I have something even better – TUNA! Or Turkey if you’re not feeling up to fish today.
This would not have stopped the late Mazzilli. He was known to remove food from my fork as I was conveying it to my mouth.
Shh kitty, the Earl of Sandwich (lol) is not paying attention, just steal that ham already before my heart breaks looking at your sweet longing for it.