My Jungle Cats never fit the “can-I’have-that-piece-of-fish” feline stereotype (so much so that I pondered if the whole thing was a made up gross generalization.)  I have to say it made dining at home a lot easier.  Unless of course I was eating meat.

These days I feel like I’m always ready to pull the water bottle trigger, lest one of the boys abscond with my dinner (I’m looking at you, Musashi!) 

But. . . 

I’d not change it for the world.  

My boys and my hubby (and a few shrimp so I don’t get hangry!) are all I need.

I’ll take having to guard my food as par for the “love-my-boys” course.