When we're eating dinner Sutra will often come in peeping (his typical vocalization is more like a peep than a meow) and act like he wants some, too. He will step around our legs, under the table, behind our chairs, will even stop and rise up on his hind feet, paw at the table's edge. "Give me some of that!" he seems to say. So, as I said yesterday, Kent, wanting to be nice to his kitty cat, will break off a bit of fish or chicken or beef and hold it out to him. Sutra will sniff it thoroughly (often while it's still in Kent's fingers) and maybe lick or nibble at it. He may even take it away, he may even chew and swallow. He may even look up expectantly as though one bite could hardly be enough for a big cat like him.
So Kent, happy to be of service, will break off a second piece. Even if he'd just gotten through swallowing the same stuff this second piece will end up at Sutra's feet. He will at most look at it suspiciously. Often he will flinch; surely, this time it's a trap. He will walk away and the tiny scrap of meat will cool on the floor until it's time to clean up the dinner things.
Sundy remains indifferent to dinner.
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