The cat tried to mooch bottled water off of me. I cracked one open and he just came right up to me and sat down and looked up at me with those wheedling eyes, you know, giving me that Gee-Mister-this-sure-is-a-swell-family-you-got-here-I-wonder-which-of-us-orphans-is-gonna-live-with-you-prob'ly-not-me-huh look.
The sad thing isn't that he is so obsessed with whatever he sees people eating that he can't help but mooch. The sad thing is that he got some. I poured a bit in his water dish (which had just been changed, too) to show him exactly what the hell it was I had and why he wasn't going to have any of it.
