This morning, I was making waffles for breakfast. As I usually do, I
pour a little syrup on the plate, before putting a waffle on it.

Buster was on the upper part of the counter, watching me. Suddenly,
he jumps to the lower (working) counter, and starts sniffing Senyah'
plate.

I pick him up, tell him no, and walk around a bit, while he digs
claws into my shoulder, and purrs in my ear.

Finally, I set him down on the chest freezer (his most recent
Favorite Place), so I can check on the waffle.

Buster makes a bee-line right to Senyah's plate again, and makes an
obvious attempt to lick her plate.

I grab him again, tell him no, and put him on the floor. Then I pet
him, and put about a teaspoon of syrup on a saucer for him. He eats a
few bites of cat food, then carefully licks up every last drop of
syrup from his saucer.

It' Log Cabin brand - I don't know if he just likes the sugar or the
maple. But he definitely likes it.


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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