The look of tolerance
I decided to have some special time with my hooman last night.
I decided to grace him with my presence at the dinner table (why he doesn't eat from the floor, I've no idea).
It felt like the right occasion.
He sat down and had - from what I could smell - some beef.
I sat down and had some ham.
He lowered the lighting and put a burning thing in the middle of the table.
He looked at me.
I blinked at him.
He said 'wait', but the ham smelt too good so I got started.
It was an important evening - it's good to let my hooman know just how much I tolerate him.

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