My sister’s dog, Tank, trying to use The Force in order to get some table scraps out of our stepdad.
But dogs aren’t the only four-legged creatures guilty of this kind of behavior. Seattle cats don’t settle for plain old milk. They drink foamy milk.
Every morning, when I fire up the espresso machine…
Snickers positions herself by the refrigerator door.
She waits very patiently while I make myself a latte.
Forgive the dribbles. It’s very early and I’m bleary-eyed and not all that coordinated.
She ponders the meaning of life.
I always seem to have more milk than I need. Snickers knows this. She counts on it.
That furry lump to Snickers’ left is our other cat, Zigity. He has no idea what he’s missing. Snickers would prefer to keep it that way.