I hate to admit it, but my cat has terrible table manners. He exhibited his rude behavior when my son tried to enjoy a picnic at the table on our outside deck.
As soon as Bubba sat down with his bowl of chicken soup and glass of milk, Bootsy the cat jumped up onto the table and began investigating. Apparently, Bootsy thought the soup smelled pretty good. He tried to stick his head in the bowl and take a few slurps.
My son would have none of that. He pushed the cat away. Undeterred, the cat tried again. And again, he was pushed away. After several attempts, Bootsy finally figured out that the soup was not for him.
So what did he do? He tried the milk. Or at least he tried to try the milk. Same thing. Bubba pushed him away. Finally, the cat gave up. He parked himself at a spot on the table and lay down on his back with his tummy facing up. Yes, the cat wanted a tummy rub.
"Bootsy," my son said. "You're not getting anything from me! No soup. No milk. No tummy rub."
So much for the fancy feast. Poor kitty!
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