That RASCAL!

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If ever there's a robber baron in the house between our two cats, it's Cal, the beige and white one. You have to watch him like a hawk. But last night was different. For dinner I made pan fried pork sirloin chops with green beans and stuffing on the side. The wife and I always eat in the living room on TV trays, and halfway through our meal, I heard a noise in the kitchen and shot up from my chair. We have a pass through between the living room and the kitchen, so I can see the island. That's where the food was staged to be served. When I looked, I didn't see anything, and Cal was pawing at my feet just seconds before, digging in with his claws to my frustration. So, I thought all was good. Something happened. I just had no idea what. A few minutes after, my wife went into the kitchen for seconds and I heard her yell, "GRAYSON!!!" The rascal had grabbed a pork chop and taken it to the floor to try to eat it. I couldn't believe it. I mean, Grayson is not only NOT the robber baron, but he's also "dainty." If I give him something "special," I have to cut it into the tiniest piece, and if it's the wrong size he just looks at me like, "Buddy, I need a smaller bit, here." The kicker was, we had been gone for four days camping, and as a special treat when we had dinner, I opened a can of tuna for them. I was fit to tan Grayson's butt, but as always, his cuteness saved him to live yet another day.