This is a patient game, wherein he must alternatively sit and wait for the right opportunity, while never letting up bargaining for his price. Constantly, he must sniff the offerings to exhibit great interest in the various fine foods available. It is customary to space much sniffing with more patient waiting, feet tucked daintily inwards, while blinking soothingly at the humans present. When the humans appear unwavering, he lets out a curious paw into the platter space, moving food towards his general direction to indicate that negotiations are not yet over. On rare occasion, he must fight for his tithe, using his great charm and speed to escape a most undignified hugging.
Long after every crumb has been ingested, it is up to Food Inspector Cat to ensure nothing goes to waste. Every accessible plate, bowl, spoon, fork, chopstick and frying pan must be inspected for leftovers. Every drop of sauce must be accounted for.
And as his final duty of the day, Food Inspector Cat must mingle with and cajole the Food Giver into another day of many sacred cat tastings, for his task is as much about diplomacy as it is wiliness. Using finely honed skills in Traditional Cat Medicine, he massages the Food Giver's spleen for good digestion, and kneads endlessly in a 12' by 12" radius, ensuring that at least something in the house is perfectly, utterly, spongy soft for no apparently good reason. Thus, we live in balance, Food Inspector Cat and I.
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I think of my cats more as mobster-extortionist types. They always seem to be saying, "I'd really like some of that and it would be a real shame if something happen to this rug/glass/shoe/etc."
Edited at 2012-12-13 03:33 pm (UTC)
The mobster policy is how Food Inspector Cat feels when he is hungry and bored, and there is no food about. Things are always falling off my desk as a result.
When my lady cat was in a kennel for several months owing to the then-arduous UK rabies quarantine, she somehow persuaded the professional cat carers that she was too good to eat the tinned food we'd provided, and should instead be hand-fed fresh shrimp daily.
The cats are very good at reminding us how any canned fish juice needs to be shared. They get terribly disappointed our tuna sandwiches are not community meals.