Daddy really liked his feets, but we think he might need a manicure like Skeezix.
In other news, Daddy grilled steak last night for dinner. Me and Earl Grey have never had steak before (Titus always gets a bite when they have steak and I don't think it's fair). So I took it upon myself to sample it. First, I stole a piece off of Momma's plate. Momma grabbed it back, but I sort of got carried away and put the bitey on her. And it wasn't my usual lovey bitey. Then when Momma was wiping my spit off her fingers, I swooped in and stole a HUGE piece off Daddy's plate. And I ran! I ran into the laundry room and EG followed me. I growled and growled at him because I wanted to have a second to divide it up for us. But then Momma came running down the hall, so I ran into the bedroom and under the bed. EG followed again and I growled my big mean growl. As soon as Momma came in the bedroom, I took off down the hall again and ran into the bathroom. Momma followed me in there and shut the door. She tried to pull the steak out of my mouth, but I wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Unfortunately, she's had lots of experience pulling stuff out of Titus' mouth, so she did that crappy move she uses on him to make him let go of stuff. It stinks. So I had no choice, but to spit out the steak. The good thing is that Momma was so shocked by what I did that all she could do was laugh. So me and EG still didn't get any steak, but when I was cleaning up after all the excitement, I noticed that my whiskers tasted a little steak-y.
PS - Happy Belated Father's Day to all the Daddys, Food Dudes, Mr. Tasty Faces, and Awesome Mans. Hope you all had a great day!