Squeak is very good at sharing his food.
Though sometimes the kittehs don’t like his delivery system.
Oliver prefers his treats on the floor.
Especially after The Girl yelled at him the other day. She’d been fairly okay with Squeak feeding the grey kitten turkey from his high chair when it was one piece at a time, dropped to the floor. She drew the line when Oliver stood up against the chair and started gnawing on the baby’s fingers. But they were SO tasty
The Girl also objected to Obi getting up on the dining room table and eating turkey out of Squeak’s outstretched hand. To be fair, Squeak DID call him (Obi has learned to come to OhEE! as I have learned to respond to AhAA! We’re working on it).
What The Girl would NOT object to, is Kitten Thunder eating salmon off the floor. I realize they aren’t dogs. I’m not asking them to eat everything on the floor. But it’s salmon. Fish.
It’s this really too much to ask?
The Boy had to move Squeaks mattress down in the crib. At first, Obi did not approve. Then he noticed two things: he can CAT scan from outside the crib, and the dust ruffle goes all the way to the floor now. This means several surprise attacks from the crib monster every day.
So now Oliver does not approve.
Neither cat approves of the baby gate that keeps everyone out of the basement. It’s a door they can see through, but it’s still a door.
They hate doors.
Squeak shared his roast beef with Obi the other night.
What you probably can’t tell from the picture is that he kept sharing as Obi was eating. Tiny bites of roast beef fell from the sky and nestled down into Obi’s fur.
I tried to pick it out but Obi walked away, irritated that I just couldn’t leave him alone while he was eating.
Hopefully he enjoyed the bonus snack. Maybe his brother lucked out and decided to bathe the brown kitten, earning a nice treat.
Or maybe there’s a less pleasant surprise… For me…