Generally, we eat dinner in the living room in front of the TV (don’t judge), and the way our apartment is set up, we are able to close off the living room from the rest of the house by closing two doors. There are some days that we have to close those doors.
This meal was one we probably should have closed the doors for.
Okay, we have four Abyssinians and a Singapura. Mealtime was never going to be easy, granted. But the usually shy and retiring Angel becomes a demon when food is involved. To the point of her trying to intercept food on my fork on its way to my mouth.
She’s extraordinarily aggressive when it comes to food. Annoying is another adjective that fits into that sentence.
Not that she’s not loving and sweet…as long as there’s food to be had.
With cats like these, who needs enemies?