Today I had to explain to little Annie what "obligate carnivore" means. Then she wanted to play with my hand and chew on my hair. I don't think she cares.
When I came home for lunch, I had some leftover tuna casserole and we had gotten some fresh baked French bread last night so I cut a couple of slices of bread to go with it. After I was done, I set my bowl (with TUNA and CHEESE remnants) in the sink and went back to the living room. I hear some rustling in the kitchen and count kitties. Annie is on the counter, again. I go in there looking toward the sink thinking that had to be what she was into. Nope, other counter...licking up the bread crumbs off the cutting board. She had been to the bowl in the sink (I heard silverware clink) and she decided she liked the bread better.