So here is a picture of Miss Binks and I sharing a carrot - okay, well not exactly. At some point in our relationship, I became the "food tester" and it seems, when it comes to the greens on the dinner plate, whatever I pick to eat, Miss Binks has to eat, too.
But it's not like she sees me eating some kale and decides to eat kale too. She has to have my piece of kale, the one that is already in my mouth. She will come hopping over and say, "Fluffy, what do you have? Can I have it?" and then snatch! It's gone. That's okay, I'll just hop over to the plate and get something else. Mmmmmmm, dill! I pick up a sprig and I can see her eyeing me. Over she hops. "What's that Fluffy? Can I have it?" Snatch! Hmmmmm, there seems to be a pattern forming here. Okay, how about some red leaf lettuce? Yum! "Fluffy, is that good? Can I have it?" Usually at this point, I just drop it for her.
So this picture is of her stealing my carrot. At least carrots amuse her long enough for me to fill my belly with other things. And she is a dainty little eater so she fills up fast. Me, being the hungry boy I always seem to be, I can graze on my greens for an entire evening! So I guess it all works out in the end.
Sometimes Binks and I are like Lady and the Tramp. Remember that scene where they are eating the same spaghetti noodle and they end up touching noses? We did that with parsley once - (swoon).
But of course, it's never as bad as it seems. I'm thankful I have my special lady to share my dinner with; it's kinda romantic how she only wants what I want. And there are always the things I love to share with her like ear licks, sleepy head grazes and full-on cuddles. She is nice and warm and I like how her whiskers tickle me. Sometimes that makes my bum twitch. And that's never a bad thing.
Fluffy
