No matter how much mom fed me – it was never enough. I could have munched my way through everything and anything.
Including that Ralph!
Seriously!
He always used to get his food on the floor next to mine.
I would never have deigned to even sniff his measly little pellets, let along chomp one down.
Then suddenly I was not only scarfing his food down, licking his bowl so much it got lost under the couch but was also eyeing his furry body out to see if it had any snack potential.
Mom had to put his food up on the counter and on many occasions she wagged her finger at me and said I must be nice to Ralph.
If she caught my lip curling up anywhere near him she would look at me with big beady eyes.
I would slink off under the table where I carefully watched to make sure she did not share any of my tiddy-bits with that foofie feline.
Now when I stick my head in Ralphie’s basket to sniff him good morning – he’s not quite sure how to react.
His eyes go all slitty and they slither around the place – checking to see if he can flee if necessary.
I just give him the nose and the odd lick or two.
But generally speaking I’m back to thinking that Ralphie is quite a cool cat and not a food-out-of-my-mouth stealing fiend.
He does still eat on the counter though.
And when its dinner time he checks out my bowl to make sure that I’m just getting boring old dog food and nothing fancy.
Before, when mom made herself a sarmie and offered me a piece of crust I would snatch it out of her fingers quicker than you can say “ball”.
I’d gobble it down then drool and slobber until she gave me another morsel.
I could not believe my own furry self.
Me! Eating bread!
Bread is for the birds.
It’s not acceptable food for pooches.
The other day mom slipped me a crust (I’m on diet remember).
Was about to guzzle it down when a little whisper in my head recommended I sniff it first.
Feh! Looked and mom with big eyes… I don’t do crusts!
Mom kissed my nose.
Oh Fudges, she said – you really are better.
