Bear: (Moving food around the bottom of the food dish, flips food dish over, pushes upside down food dish across carpet, stops to eat each kibble as it works its way out from under the food dish)
Me: Oh, now I get it! You figured out how to make Pez dispensers!
Bear: (Sits down, looks at me) What’s a Pez dispenser?
Me: Something that with any luck at all you will never see or eat. Do you want me to flip the dish back over?
Bear: Yes, please.
Me: (Flips dish back over to reveal a pile of about 10 kibbles left)
Bear: (Eats all of the kibbles, looks at the empty food dish starts biting the sides and licking every inch of the inside of the food dish.)
Me: Bear, Why are you doing that?
Bear: I’m still hungry!
Me: I don’t suppose you noticed the full food dish next to you?
Bear: (Looks at other dish) Yeah but I don’t want that food.
Me: That food? Do I want to know what transition occurred after I scooped it out of the same bag as the food you just ate?
Tramp: No you don’t!
Me: Really? This sounds interesting
Bear: Lady touched it! It’s icky now!
Lady: (Walks by and takes a kibble from each dish and eats it, goes off to take a nap.)
Bear: See! They are all ruined now!!!
Rachel ‘s cat Snow apparently decided to play with Bear this morning. The best I can figure is Bear buried the silly cat. They come in from the back yard, Bear obviously having rolled in the grass and Snow COMPLETELY covered in dirt and grass. Completely. Dust was puffing off of him as he walked.
Bear: (Head butting the closed kitchen doors)
Me: Bear! Stop! That!
Bear: But Mom! I want in the kitchen!
Me: Really? I had no idea.
Bear: Mother (Sits in his pretty sits, gives me his sad puppy stare) please let me in the kitchen.
Me: No. I’m making pulled chicken and you aren’t allowed in there right now.
Bear: But it smel.. Uh I left a toy in there
Tramp: Wow, the boy’s learning
Me: Bear, even though you can’t get to what “smells good” in there, I’ve already cleaned paw prints off the counters a couple of times today and have no interest in doing it again right now.
Bear: (Walks over to where I am sitting, puts his paws in my lap and gives me a Bear kiss) Please!
Tramp: Goodness he’s pulling out all the stops.
Me: (Hugs Bear) Nope, not going to work.
Bear: Fine (Leaves living room, scratches in his kennel for a little while, sighs loud enough to be heard in the living room and plops down to take a nap.)
Me: (Putting potato in microwave, moving dish of pulled chicken to back of counter. Leaving kitchen while dinner cooks)
Bear: (Quietly walks into kitchen, over to counter, slowly jumps up to put front paws on counter.)
Me: Bear? Something you needed?
Bear: (Looks at me while still standing at the counter, tilts head, drops down and looks confused.) Yeah Mom? (Head still tilted walks to me.)
Me: You’re going with confusion?
Bear: (Sits next to me, head still tilted) I’m hungry Mom!
Me: Three piles of food next to the dishes in my dining room would dispute that fact Baby Bear.
Bear: (Puts head in my lap, looks at me. Suddenly jumps across my lap) Bear Kisses!!!!
Me: Ah! There we go!
Me: (Picking up all the dog toys for the third time this week)
Bear: Mother! What are you doing? You’ve already put my toys up a lot this week!
Me: Scarlett is coming to visit so we need to have most of your toys put up.
Bear: I don’t like it when she comes to visit! She doesn’t do what I say.
Me: I know, and she says the exact same thing about you.
Bear: Sigh, Fine!
Me: (Letting Bear out of his kennel) Try not to be pushy with her, she’s still really little.
Bear: (Grabs three toys) mumble, mumble. (Follows me to the living room, drops the toys in their normal spots.)
Scarlett: (Watches Bear drop toys on the floor, goes and picks them up and moves them to the corner)
Bear: (Picks toys up from corner, brings them to me and drops them right next to me on the couch. Jumps up next to me on the other side and tries to climb in my lap.)
Scarlett: (Standing next to me on the side where Bear dropped his toys) Grandma, I want to sit here. (Points to a now clear spot on the couch)
Me: Scarlett, did you put Bear’s toys on the floor?
Scarlett: They don’t belong on the couch.
Bear: (Drapes his front paws and head across my lap looking very upset.)
Me: I will take that as a yes. Scarlett, he brought them to me because you moved them from where he had them originally.
Scarlett: But they don’t belong there. (Puts lower lip out, folds her arms together, sits in front of me and pouts.)
Me: (Looking at the pouting granddaughter then the pouting dog it occurred to me how bad it would be if I laughed.) Well, when you two figure it out ,the movie will still be on.
Me: (Picking up Snow from in front of the door and holding him while I let the dogs out)
Snow: I want to go out too!
Me: Not for a couple of weeks, we are too close to Halloween.
Me: You are a black cat, some people like to hurt black cats around this time of year.
Snow: That’s silly I don’t bother anyone.
Me: (Puts Snow on back of recliner next to door) How about I pet you every time I let the dogs in or out?
Snow: Really? Does that mean you like me?
Me: I suppose I could agree to those terms.
Snow: (Jumps off recliner) Score!
Snow: (Permanently attached to the back of the recliner)
Me: (Letting the dogs out, petting Snow)
Snow: I’m kinda thinking you love me!
Me: Don’t push it
Me: (Letting the dogs in, petting Snow)
Snow: Wow I’m starting to think I might be your favorite!
Me: Right. (Note to self, cats don’t get sarcasm)
Bear: (Hits seat of recliner, flips Snow off the top) Excuse me? What did you say?
Snow: You heard her, I’m her favorite!
Bear: (Sits on Snow) Mother!
Me: Bear, what have we decided about the cats and squeaking?
Bear: They aren’t supposed to but he said he’s your favorite. A cat can’t be your favorite. Besides he isn’t squeaking anymore.
Me: Bear, he stopped squeaking because he can’t breathe!
Me: So, I am not explaining to Rachel why Snow got turned into a pancake, stand up!
Bear: (Stands up, snorts) Silly cat!
Snow: (Taking several deep breaths) Tell me again why I shouldn’t go outside?