Usually I mind my own business. But yesterday my family was eating dinner and the smell of the roasted chicken was driving me crazy. Unlike our dog, I’m small and quiet so I can creep up to the table without being noticed. So up I go on an empty chair, and I just sit there for a while looking totally bored with everything. But the smell of the chicken…. oh boy….So, when they are all deep in conversation I slowly climb up and sit on the edge of the table. Again, the trick is to look like the farthest thing from my mind is their stupid chicken. I really don’t care what’s on the table - I’m just here for a social call. You all should be grateful that I gave up my nap to come and sit with you….. Until someone feels sorry for me and gives me a piece of chicken. SUCCESS!!!
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