I was so mad at Fionny this morning. I had to step away from my breakfast for a moment, so I followed procedures: moved the dish to the middle of the table, pushed in my chair, and blocked the path with my coffee cup. When I returned, my full coffee cup was tipped over, dripping down the table onto the chair and puddling on the floor. At least he could not quite reach my biscuit.
He was sent right to bed and I glared at him for a couple hours after he was released. He finally sneaked into the room to be near me, and when I noticed him he was quite the regal pampered pet. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry to me.