This was taken in December 1984.
Windfola was our first cat, and she was always the one in charge of the household. At this point she was already 15 years old, but not showing her age.
She had me well trained. When we sat down for dinner, she joined us. And I had been trained to share my meals with her, if she was interested (and she usually was). She was supposed to be polite and wait her turn. I suppose she sometimes did. At other times it turned into a battle of wills. Eventually I broke and then would carry her upstairs and close her in our bedroom, allowing the people’s meal to proceed in a somewhat civilized manner.
We did love that cat!
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Our (now) oldest cat, Pinky, does the same thing, using the same pose. If she gets too excited, she sneaks a paw up to the plate, then ever so daintily snags a piece right off the plate with her little kitty claws… She’s training some of the younger kitties, so we’ve had to try stopping that in the bud. I’m not sure how much success we’ll have, though.
Note that her right paw is ready to go. She was known to intercept a tasty morsel between plate to mouth, right off my fork. She was fast and most accurate! And she had a great purr.