Pancakes

Lately, in his old age, my cat Spooky has been jumping up onto our table. Not while we're eating of course though. He just likes to get up there and take a nap, which is unacceptable.

So after returning from a run, i layed down on the floor and started watching some TV. I heard a little plop. I went into the kitchen and, sure enough, he was on the table. He looked at me as I was walking towards him all innocent. Then i looked on the table. My mom left two pancakes from breakfast on a plate for anyone to eat like usual. Apparently Spooky thought he applied to that or something, cause one of the pancakes had a chunk missing out of it. So I picked him up and put him outside with some CAT food.

A few hours later i was sitting in the family room with my mom and we were sorting hotel shampoos and stuff for hygene kits. Then my dad walked in and sat on the couch with a pancake in his hand. "Uhh... dad?" "yeah?" "did that pancake have a chunk out of it?" "yeah." Oh dear. I guess I forgot to throw it away. I started to laugh. Then i guess my mom figured it out and started laughing too. "What are you guys laughing about?" "nothing." Then I guess he figured it out. "Did the cat eat it?" "HAHA! yes." Then he chuckled and started eating it again. "Uh dad? Why are you still eating it?" "Well I already ate that one." oops.