re: #240 Dragon_Lady

Our family cat when I was growing up didn’t really beg. She just preferred that a chair be pulled out slightly at the table. You look down to the end and there’d be two ears and a pair of eyes at table level watching the goings on. And she’d beat you to the kitchen when you took the plates in since that was when she got scraps. And if you were slow doing that and no one was in the room you could catch her stealing chicken bones off of plates. Those rasp-like cat tongues are very good at working off those last few scraps of yummy meat.