Sometimes I eat cereal. Never for breakfast because food in the morning is not something my body does well. Yeah, yeah, breakfast is the most important meal of the day blah, blah, blah. So what? I might die a few years earlier, but I bet I’d die a lot sooner if I smoked and drank and behaved badly in more obvious ways than avoiding food before 11 AM. The past three times I’ve had cereal, after I have finished and there’s just a little bit of milk in the bottom of the bowl, I let my cat have a lick or two.

It seems this little bit of milk in the bottom of the bowl and whatever flavors it picked up from the cereal is some sort of drug to my cat. When I got a bowl and the box of cereal down earlier he started meowing like a maniac. And his volume and persistency increased as I ate. It was a little embarrassing. He doesn’t do this when Paul eats cereal. (Paul eats his cereal dry. Always. Eeeew.) And Chester never begs for milk.

Next time I eat cereal I may have to lock the cat in the bedroom.

Edit: No, I don’t actually let my cat lick the bowl, I just said that to save the explanation of what I really do. Forgive me for trying to abbreviate my posts, but I received some criticism from an unnamed source, so I’ll clear it up for you. What I actually do is dip a finger in whatever milk is left at the bottom of the bowl and dab Chester’s nose with it. I do this about twice and then go into the kitchen, clean the bowl out, and wash my hands. So n-yah to you.