Tonight Laura came over to borrow some clothes, and I was eating some leftover chile that Jim made that was AMAZING. I put it in the micorwave with cheese, and Emeril would say "Bam" and Rachel would say "Delish". Anyway. I started to show Laura what clothes I had found, and she says, "Dude, he's eating your food!". I "sssss" Mishka and swat at him, he jumps down. He always tries to jump on the table, especially when I'm eating, but he's never stolen food from my plate before!
I ran upstairs to check out one of the pairs on Laura, and came downstairs. Little Shit (his new name) had his head back in my bowl! I was furious. I grabbed him by the scruff and put him in his cat carrier behind the kitchen counter so he was isolated from everything else in the apt. He stayed in jail no longer than 5 minutes, but MAN did he howl.
Whiner bear better not eat my dinner again, cause then I'll have to rename him L.S. for good.
Jim, I just checked on the game and it's tied 2-2. Thinking of you... :)
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