Playing with Food
I knew something was wrong when the cats didn’t meet me at the door.
I went into the living room and saw Magnus sitting in the middle of one of the couches, gazing down at whatever was going on underneath the coffee table. World’s worst lookout, that one.
When I got closer, I could see that the ends of a sandwich roll had been left in their plastic container on the coffee table. One bit of bread was still there; the other had been torn into cat-toy-sized pieces, and was alternately being played with and gobbled down by Minx.
I cannot begin to tell you how put out he was when I took away his toys/snacks. And the dirty look he shot at Magnus was beyond my ability to describe, although I’ll bet that every younger sibling has seen it on an older sibling’s face at some point. All you had to do was keep an eye open for Mom, pipsqueak.
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