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.