Bourbon doesn't even care, she's busy swatting at Walter's arms like she's going to just take the stew for herself. As far as she's concerned it's hers, anyway, and why can't she sit on the table like she normally does?
Walter sighs. "She doesn't need any more treats, she's a freeloader." He leans down to emphasize that last word at the cat like she gives a shit. She just keeps batting at his hand trying to get a spoon. After a moment of that he relents and sets a piece of meat on the table's edge for her. "You fuckin win."
She happily inhales it then meows again.
"You better watch it, furball. I'll still sell you to Sae." He lifts her up by her scruff, depositing her in the chair beside him before continuing on his meal. His meal, cat. Not yours.
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Date: 2013-07-24 05:55 pm (UTC)Walter sighs. "She doesn't need any more treats, she's a freeloader." He leans down to emphasize that last word at the cat like she gives a shit. She just keeps batting at his hand trying to get a spoon. After a moment of that he relents and sets a piece of meat on the table's edge for her. "You fuckin win."
She happily inhales it then meows again.
"You better watch it, furball. I'll still sell you to Sae." He lifts her up by her scruff, depositing her in the chair beside him before continuing on his meal. His meal, cat. Not yours.