I appealed for help to my mum but she said it was my own fault for hesitating, that I should eat my dinner as soon as it is put down. Also, that I wasn’t above snaffling his food, or Cleo’s, if I managed to get upstairs where they are fed (supposedly out of my way…).
He’s a cheeky cat, Marley. My mum got up to get herself a drink and when she came back to the front room, he’d hopped up exactly where she’d been sitting on the sofa. I have to get down if I sneak up while she’s not looking but not Mr M, mustn’t disturb him. Taking advantage, that’s what I call it.