Eating on the Futon...

...is always the same.

I will be sitting with plate in hand, shoveling food into my mouth with a fork, while Nexus stays curled up beside me, ignoring me, because she is too cool to want people food.

And then I feel two little paws digging into my shoulder, and Casper - who is standing on the back of the futon - leeeeeeeeeans forward to peer at what I'm eating. Suddenly he loves me more than ever, and I spend the rest of my meal with kittypaws on my shoulder and a kittyface pressed against my temple.

Because surely the next forkful is for him.