It must be dinner time.
Between the hours of 5:00 and, well, until I feed them; my brats make a point of strolling aimlessly through our home. Going room to room only occasionally slowing the pace further to casually glance at the food bowls sitting on the counter edge. I know hunger has overcome the cuddly cuteness of my 17 pound Max when he stops and stares at me...... without blinking, flinching or even a twitch of an ear to listen to the squirrel on our balcony taunting and teasing Baloo and Bagheera.
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