Like cat, like slave boy
We've been spoiling Max for the past few days by giving him wet food instead of his customary kibble. This morning he found himself with a bowl of kibble instead of wet food, and he protested. He rubbed our legs and acted cute; he positioned himself in front of the cabinet where he knows we keep the cans; he jumped up on the kitchen table and yowled at us.
Finally, begrudgingly, he sat down in front of the food bowl and ate his breakfast. But it's clear that he isn't happy about it at all. His body language indicates resignation and disgust.
Ironically, we ran out of soy milk yesterday, which Bonnie uses in her coffee and Robert uses in his cereal. When I came downstairs, Robert was glaring at me from the kitchen table with a bowl positioned in front of him stacked full of dry cereal.
Like the cat, he didn't have to say a word -- the body language spoke for him. I walked over to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a lactase tablet (to help ease digestion of milk -- it works for both Bonnie and Robert) and set it next to him.
He didn't use it. This affrontery was clearly unacceptable to Robert. The glares continued as he shoveled dry cereal into his mouth and then stomped off to get ready for school.