I may, or may not, b… er, know someone who gets like this…
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.
Yes. Yes, definitely how I get. Not with cake, so much…but any food I DO want.
My father will tell you it’s pointless to try to abscond with what I’m eating (or WANT to eat) because it will turn ugly.
And my husband would probably say that if you eat my chocolate muffins, the same look flashes across my face as the rather disgruntled baby above. Always best to be sure I’m not in range of any sharp objects – I never was great at sharing. It’ll just go south.