I just finished a late-night snack of shumai dumplings and put the plate down for the cats to lick. Also the little dish of soy sauce.
They cleaned it all up. Including the soy sauce.
Well, Freddy is the one I actually saw scouring the soy sauce dish. Not Sophie, who’s mad for avocado. Come to think of it, so is Freddy. And Sally. They’re always happy to give the guacamole dish a good pre-washing when I’m done with it.
Freddy is exuberantly oddball, even for a cat. Squash finds Sally’s antics fascinating, even when she’s trying to rip his throat out. When he’s had enough he finds some new and bizarre way to nap with his brother Pumpkin.
Cats are weird.