Gary, you talk as if you really knew Tubby. He did always wait patiently for scraps from the table. He would sit so close to our chairs that he had to crane (sp?) his neck to look up at us, but he couldn't stand to be more than a few inches from the chair unless we "accidentally" dropped a morsal...or two. Even in his later years when his scraps were severly limited because of his kidneys, he never failed to show up for dinner and sit and wait patiently. Sometimes, he was not quite so patient and he would meow and step up on the side of the chair with one paw and bap us on the leg with the other paw, just to make sure we hadn't forgotten he was there.

He was always such a good eater, and there wasn't much he would turn down, which is why I knew we were in trouble when he stopped coming for his morning treats, then for dinner. Sure do miss you big boy....

But it is good to know that he's not missing out on any sweet morsals while he's at the bridge. Thursdays are definitely spoken for from now on.