The Beggar's Ball . . .

If there is one thing we PETS excel at in our house, it is begging. It has reached EPIC proportions, in fact, where even the BIRDS do it.

The other day, Auntie T was sitting at the kitchen table reading her Kindle and enjoying a bite to eat. Sunshine, never one to miss an opportunity, jumped onto the table to ask for a bite. She was immediately removed FROM THE TABLE and placed on the ground. But she did not give up - she hopped onto the chair next to Auntie T and began her little "GIMME" meow.

Sunshine THOUGHT she had it in the bag. BUT look
who's lurking below

Lo and behold, Molly and I got wind of what Sunshine was up to and WE wanted in on the action, too. Not that there was ANYTHING at all happening. Sunshine was NOT getting tidbits of cheese nor bread, as we were sure she was getting. No matter, we began our TROT and SHOUT for food in hopes of a tidbit or two. Auntie T was having none of it. I don't know how she ignored us - we are so CUTE and everything. She just kept on eating and reading until she was done. Then she got up. . .

We circled like LIONS on the prowl

"WHAT do you three want," she said.

As if she didn't know