



He was coveting my salad, topped with his favorite food on earth, freshly grated parmesan.


He got a little too bold while i was photographing him. I shooed him away and moved the plate to cut the steak.


Pretty decent, though a bit overcooked. Second one was bloody perfect, though.


He wasn’t through with me, though. We locked eyes. I saw his determination.


He tried using softer cute face to win my affection, and the parmesan. But i wasn’t having it after the bold attempt minutes earlier. Can’t reward bad behavior, after all…


He wasn’t happy, and took matters into his own paws.


I caved, and gave him some sprinkles of cheese, which I hope buys me some time before he gets stabby again.
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