Dinner With The Boys

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!) 

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But. . . 

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I’d not change it for the world.  

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

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

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