The teasing that goes on in this house is unbearable! It's gets all three of us wound up and it all starts with the opening of the freezer and the rattle of the fish finger box. None of us can help ourselves and we are alert, even if we have been in a deep slumber. We start to salivate and our lickers and sniffers are going ten to the dozen. The problem is, these fish fingers take twenty minutes to cook and that's what drives us to distraction.
Once they are ready, it is our job to make sure they are not too hot for the Parentals by tapping them with our paws. You see if they are too hot, we have to wait even longer for a piece. ManSlave always cooks six fish fingers for him and five for Momma. Momma's are special wheat free ones! So essentially, if there are six little orange sticks under the grill, that means there is ONE FOR US! We Yawp more then and dance a merry jig.
Then, there is the undressing of the fishy. It has to be de-crumbed and split into three (although, I have noticed that my share is smaller?) It's put into little dishes to cool. Now we are at the crescendo of our performance and we can barely hear ourselves think whilst they cool. Then comes the moment we have been waiting for - the eating!
Well, I am not sure if I had any, I sniffed in and it vanished. I harass the CatWomen for a taste of theirs. Faith eats SO SLOWLY it's painful and even more so because I know she has more than me. Lillibet is delicate whilst eating, but if I approach her she thwaks me on my head. Momma keeps a beady eye on me and I am good and make silly little noises to show that I would love some more. Occasionally, Momma gives in and I get a little bit of hers too.
After we have eaten, we all go our separate ways to wash and clean our faces of fish food! We have what we want - we don't look back and silence is restored once again.
KS =^..^=
Once they are ready, it is our job to make sure they are not too hot for the Parentals by tapping them with our paws. You see if they are too hot, we have to wait even longer for a piece. ManSlave always cooks six fish fingers for him and five for Momma. Momma's are special wheat free ones! So essentially, if there are six little orange sticks under the grill, that means there is ONE FOR US! We Yawp more then and dance a merry jig.
Then, there is the undressing of the fishy. It has to be de-crumbed and split into three (although, I have noticed that my share is smaller?) It's put into little dishes to cool. Now we are at the crescendo of our performance and we can barely hear ourselves think whilst they cool. Then comes the moment we have been waiting for - the eating!
Well, I am not sure if I had any, I sniffed in and it vanished. I harass the CatWomen for a taste of theirs. Faith eats SO SLOWLY it's painful and even more so because I know she has more than me. Lillibet is delicate whilst eating, but if I approach her she thwaks me on my head. Momma keeps a beady eye on me and I am good and make silly little noises to show that I would love some more. Occasionally, Momma gives in and I get a little bit of hers too.
After we have eaten, we all go our separate ways to wash and clean our faces of fish food! We have what we want - we don't look back and silence is restored once again.
KS =^..^=
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