Oliver has been quite bitter since he was put on a diet, not that it has been such a dramatic one in our opinion but any amount or type of reduction is a serious deprivation in his eyes, and I get to hear about it throughout the day these days.
Well this morning he succeeded in a sweet revenge.
As usual we were awkened by a telephone call from one of Cris's customers, and he was hauled off to his puter desk, and I was off to the kitchen to make some coffee. Of course Oliver's breakfast was served at the same time. About 10 minutes later Cris was off the telephone, went into the kitchen to get the coffee, as I was doing some yoga stretch to get rid of that usual morning kink from my lower back. Then Cris yelled at me, "Did you already feed the lad?" I said yes and he started cussing, "
, pig!! Obelix!!" Well as it turned out when Cris went into the kitchen Oliver followed right after him, rubbing him against his leg, nipping at this ankle, protesting vocally as if he hadn't eaten for 3 days, so he took it that the boy hasn't had his brekky so he fed him, as he wolfed it down like there is no tomorrow. He went over to the rubbish bin to throw the empty pouch away, then he saw another empty pouch, obviously freshly open on top of everything and the doubt crept up.
Well by the time he found out what happened Oliver was nearly finished his second helping and happily licking his whiskers...
Cris swears no dinner for Oliver today but.... the boy knows very well I can't help but sneaking him some nibbles sometime this evening...
A big winning point to Oliver today for sure!!
