One time, my 8 month old kitty got to the bag of groceries I placed on the couch as I had to run to the bathroom. He made good use of the time, and got right to the raw chicken. I could only marvel at his work, as he knew enough to leave the scene and act like he was sleeping when I came down. He gave his best drowsy “Who, me?” look.
The same spoiled kitty was in the car with me at the McDonalds. I offered him a bite of my McDonalds cheeseburger. I expected him to just bite off a piece of beef. Not him. He clomped his right from set of claws on top, his left fromt on the bottom, and pulle the whole burger away in the blink of an eye before I could tighten my grip. He then ate the whole thing without taking it apart. meat, bread, pickle. These sorts of events are half the fun of owning pets. Food drives them.
He clomped his right from set of claws on top, his left fromt on the bottom, and pulle the whole burger away in the blink of an eye before I could tighten my grip.
Looks like you got the old Invisible Sandwich treatment!