The gist: Both of the boys were getting treats last night. Albert, notorious for eating slower than a sloth, or whatever eats really slow, was still on his first treat by the time Elvis was through with all 3 of his. Elvis then bullies Albert away from his treats and before I can stop him, has swallowed both of them whole. I give Al two more treats, none to Elvis, (much to his
very vocal dismay), swatted Elvis out of the vicinity and I returned to whatever I was doing.
I'm guessing Elvis was none too happy with his lack of treat and decided to teach Mommy a lesson about with-holding food, i.e. love.
The ruckus I hear in the bathroom about 15 minutes later is nothing new. The boys like to horse around together in the bathtub and I'm fine with that until I realize Albert is asleep in his chair and Elvis is making all of that noise by himself. Instantly alarmed I run into the bathroom and find...
Well, I'm sure you've guessed by now what I found.
1 slightly miffed kitty + 1 innocent roll of toilet paper = Elvis's Ultimate Revenge
BECAUSE OF COURSE IT WAS THE LAST FREAKIN' ROLL OF TP IN THE ENTIRE HOUSE.
Finally, we settled on a compromise. He does whatever he wants and I reward him with treats and snuggles. I'm starting to wonder if I ever had the upper hand in this relationship.
The gist: Both of the boys were getting treats last night. Albert, notorious for eating slower than a sloth, or whatever eats really slow, was still on his first treat by the time Elvis was through with all 3 of his. Elvis then bullies Albert away from his treats and before I can stop him, has swallowed both of them whole. I give Al two more treats, none to Elvis, (much to his very vocal dismay), swatted Elvis out of the vicinity and I returned to whatever I was doing.
I'm guessing Elvis was none too happy with his lack of treat and decided to teach Mommy a lesson about with-holding food, i.e. love.
The ruckus I hear in the bathroom about 15 minutes later is nothing new. The boys like to horse around together in the bathtub and I'm fine with that until I realize Albert is asleep in his chair and Elvis is making all of that noise by himself. Instantly alarmed I run into the bathroom and find...
Well, I'm sure you've guessed by now what I found.
