Tokki and dinner

In the beginning of the winter my masters started a new trend called guzzling in bed and watching shows. Both is flawless (for them), but for me it’s sheer misery and suffering.

When they are watching the shows I cannot be moving in front of the notebook, because allegedly „my dad was a fat glazier”. I don’t really know what does that mean but the word „fat” being addressed on my person is never anything positive, so I got offended. Secondly I cannot even lick my paws because I smack like a piggy and leave wet spots on the sheets, with my paw outline in the middle. I say aesthetic and artistic. My masters say slimy and disgusting.

But last time my female master gone so far and seized my own plastic bottle, squeaky bone, rattling ball and even the ball with the jingle bell in it. Just because „I do not hear anything Tokki, damnit”. I know thaaaaat, that’s why I doooo it! That means I can only play quietly or seize the female master’s pillow and deliberately snore in her ear. And since I’m doing like I’m asleep, they think I’m cute and leave me alone because „he sleeps soooo nice” chi chi.

Second issue here is the food. Since I am very well behaved I fundamentally do not beg at all – I just sniff (aaaand sometimes I taste just a little bit with the tip of my tongue). But my main task as a „chief guard of food” is to guard the food from theft or evaporation when my masters are outside the bed.

On command „guard, don’t eat” I take defensive position (so I could see the enemy coming from any side). I put on my don’t-mess-with-me face so everyone knows not even a one of the fries will went missing, I got them well calculated. The best tasty pieces are kept under my direct supervision. In this position I wait for my masters to return and pet me together with „I’d die for a dish” motto.