I had a long haired black cat in graduate school named Dante. She was an amazing cat. You could pick her up and flip her over and rub her belly and she would just sit on your lap like a kid. She didn’t jump on countertops, sofas or coffee tables and pretty much behaved like a well trained dog. Then one day I was sitting on my sofa eating cereal and I put my bowl on the coffee table momentarily, got up and went to the kitchen. When I came back, the cat was on my coffee table drinking the milk out of my cereal bowl. A couple of days later, I was getting lunch meat out of the fridge and she batted at my legs basically begging for a piece of cheese. I was a bit confused about her behavior until I saw my roommate put a bowl of cereal on the coffee table and invite the cat up to drink from it. Apparantly she had also been giving the cat cheese whenever she went to the fridge for a beer (this was a LOT). Dante and I eventually moved away from the roommate and her behaviors went back to normal but when I came home yesterday and this happened, I was having some serious flashbacks:
What you aren’t seeing in this picture is what was happening before the picture was taken. That is my dog, Heinz. He is an evil little brat, can’t be trained, won’t listen to commands, doesn’t learn from his mistakes. He is basically out to make me crazy. Yesterday I realized that it isn’t his fault. It’s Phil’s. I am on my laptop typing away and hear this licking / slurping noise and look over to see my Italian Greyhound with his entire tiny head shoved deep into Phil’s plastic cup of water (now we have actual glassware, but Phil, who is 5, insists on keeping on plastic mug because he prefers plastic…odd) Anyways, I was rather horrified and asked if Phil intended to now continue to drink his water, and he informed me that he did. “Heinz was just thirsty” he says. Like the dog doesn’t have his own water bowl, on the FLOOR, which is where the dog belongs. Wonderful. How long has this been happening? What else goes on while I am not home?