Lord Dormir: Do I smell tacos? That looks delicious.
Me: Yes, we’re having tacos. But they’re for people, not cats.
Lord Dormir: I’m not doing anything. I’m just keeping Daughter’s chair warm while she’s in the kitchen getting more water.
Me: Really? Because it looks to me like you’re sneaking up on her plate.
Lord Dormir: Don’t be silly. I might be sniffing it a little. Just to make sure it’s safe to eat.
…Maybe I should taste it too. Just in case it’s poisoned.
Daughter: HEY! Get away from my food!
Lord Dormir: You are so ungrateful.
**Original post from September 21, 2011