Cats' Last Meal...

.... before our vacation begins, that is.  The soft food is especially for Tabby, who had several teeth removed a few years ago on account of gum disease.  But Teensy loves it, too, and sometimes I let him have a little bit.  He's plump enough, so I never let him have much... but he never holds it against me.  Here he is, pretending to be nonchalant about it... but getting as cloooooose as he thinks he can without me ordering him to get back a bit.  He crosses his paws, the better to look cute and innocent...

Tabby peers at Teensy, making sure he's not creeping closer...

Teensy squints, so as to look as innocuous and innocent as possible.

Tabby isn't entirely gullible, though...

He's still keeping a close eye on that cat...

So Teensy crosses his paws to show he's totally harmless.

Tabby is full...

Heads off slowly... 

Teensy listens to him go, ears cocked back...

... turns back so quickly his ears are left in a blur...

I said, "Okay, Teensy, you can have it," -- and he's up and eating, in nanoseconds.