Used to be: Dad would pour himself a large glass of milk and he would go off to do something. When he came back, I was sipping it up. Dad used to poor it out, but now that milk is $3.50 per gallon, Dad decides that he can't afford to waste a large glass of milk and takes the chance if I take a sip. Oh, and one more note, I literally try to kill for a McDonald's double cheeseburger. Dad says I'm odd because he never seen a cat do this, but I do. I will do anything for the burger including climbing up the leg, wrestling Dad's head, and eating the wrapper. Dad has learned never to bring McDonalds home.
Negative ghost rider! I wish my dogs had doggy breath. Instead we have poo-breath (and she doesn't even eat the stuff!) and rotting-meat-breath. Kisses on the face are also off limits. But we will let them "finish off" our food items, like letting them lick the yogurt container, or ice cream bowl when we're done.
Rowdy on Jul 30 at 09:11 AM