Quote Originally Posted by ramanth View Post

Reebok sauntered over and when Andy looked away for just a second,
a black paw darted up, snagged the pork chop off his plate,
and off Reebok ran.


Reminds me of a departed Tux-Kat name of Boots ...

He could NOT ignore a bowl of ice cream!
He'd either perch on the arm of the recliner or on my shoulder ...
timing was everything ...
he'd wait for the spoon to be "loaded" and enroute from bowl to mouth ...

**SPLAT** and the white-socked Paw would hit either the moving spoon
or the on-the-lap bowl - whichever he thought was closer.

Long before I could ever react, Boots was happily *lickin off* his ice cream covered paw.