Max Thompson, Cheeto Thief
|Ignore the trash bag...I was picking up stuff in my office...|
I was sitting in my office paying bills, and decided to have lunch at my desk. Multi-tasking at it's not quite finest: pay bills on one computer, load CDs into iTunes on the other, have a hot dog and some Cheetos.
Now, when I sat down with the hot dog, Max was asleep in another room. Sound asleep, like flat on his back, twitching through some dream asleep. I ate the hot dog without any feline aid, but the Cheetos were still on my desk in a bowl when the phone rang, so I left them there while I went into the kitchen to answer it.
When I came back 2 minutes later, Max was standing in my chair, paws on the desk, head in the bowl as he rapidly licked as much cheesy dust off those suckers as he could.
I couldn't get mad--I'd left them there in the open, knowing there are two sneaky cats in this house--but what got me was that he knew he wasn't in trouble. He looked up at me like, "Oh, hi! Thanks for the snack!" I suggested he'd had enough, and he happily got down, the look on his face, "I left you some!"
Yep, he'd left me a handful of cat-spit-soaked cheesy goodness.
Thoughtful, he is.