My husband has been out of town since Thursday, so I stocked up on someTV-dinner-type fare (can't bring myself to cook for just myself). So for lunch, I toss one of those single-serving chicken pot pies in the toaster oven. I'm about halfway through when I decide I need another glass of water.
I come back from the kitchen, and there...on the table...is Assumpta, with one front paw planted firmly in the middle of the pie
. I give her that look and say "just what do you think you're doing, Ms. Meow???" She turns and looks at me, without a trace of visible remorse, makes a "kitty-fist" (curling the paw up and in, a/k/a she "gives me 'the paw'"
), with a little chunk of that disgusing processed chicken in the curve of her paw. She then proceeds to lick all of the gravy off it and eat the chicken, still holding it in her paw. The whole time, she's casting these devious little cat glances over at me to see my reaction (meeting my eyes every time). Then she hops off the table and waners away, secure in the knowledge that her lunch tasted better than mine.
(am I NOT supposed to laugh at things like this? How on earth do you keep a straight face?)
It looks as if "my" Assumpta is gradually coming back after the dog/cat debacle we had in June. She only does stuff like this when she's feeling fiesty and thinks I need to be reminded exactly whose house this really is. Truth be told, I was a little glad to see her do it, because she's still being pretty chilly to us and skittish, not making good eye contact, even though the dog has gone to live next door. Her little cat attitude is coming back