There’s nothing quite like the glare from an annoyed cat. Or one that wants to steal the milk from your bowl of cereal.
Lately, our 14-year-old cat, named Frito, seems to enjoy imitating a famous comic-strip beagle, who in turn liked to imitate a vulture.
It used to be that Frito would pad quietly into the kitchen at the first sound of cereal clinking into a bowl. He used to look up at me, widen his eyes, and mew softly.
It was as if he were saying in his best British accent, “Please sir, would you kindly share your milk?”
It’s true, he can mew like a character from a work by Charles Dickens. Accent and all.
But these days, he just perches on the end of the couch and harnesses his inner “Snoopy.”
Can’t blame him. It works. Even if it kinda creeps me out.