Knuckleheads
Posted By Russ Emerson on January 14, 2009 at 6:46 pm
How is it that, of all the times I open the refrigerator door over the course of a week, the cats know which is the one time I do so to get myself some roast beef?
They dance around me begging, pleading, crying for scraps. The paroxysms of glee when they happen to get a piece are astonishing, though regrettably short-lived.
Their reaction to the opening of a can of tuna probably need not be described.
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