Crafty little thieves.

[emsk]

Breakfast was about 13:30 today, and it was a ham/chicken/cheese filled roll.

I’d got up and put my plate on the coffee table, and wandered off to make a drink. When I walked back into the living room, Tigra was on the coffee table, carefully hooking the chicken out of my sandwich with an inquisitive little paw. Boomer was on the floor receiving stolen goods.

Boomer looked over at me with that expression all pet owners will know so well, the “what? me? no, I’m just sitting here!” Tigra looked up, leapt off the table (with chicken in her mouth) and hurriedly ate the evidence.

Busted!