I was sitting in the living room, watching Mr. G make himself lunch today, that this is how the conversation went:
*opens microwave to zap lunch*
Huh, lookit, a cupcake. Why would a cupcake have to live in the microwave?
*gray and white paw appears as La Doof Kitton stands on his hind feet and tries to get a claw into the cupcake.*
Oh no you don't little man. Chocolate is bad for kittehs.
*Mr. G sets his lunch down on the table and gets the cupcake...in that moment, La Doof Kitton goes from the floor to the kitchen table, trying to Bogart lunch...*
HEY! Not allowed on the table!
*La Doof Kitton moves to the floor before he can be moved. Mr. G sets the cupcake on the table and puts his lunch in the microwave*
*a gray and white paw appers above the edge of the table and one claw manages to hook into the cupcake paper and start dragging it toward the edge of the table...*
You know it is all your fault we can't have nice things. And that the cupcakes live in the microwave. and that the cookies live in the oven. And that the dog treats are locked in cupboards.
*La Doof Kitton looks up at Mr. G expectantly, sees no treats are forthcoming and walks to the cupboard below the microwave. He nudges it open and climbs inside, to nest on top of the pudding cups*
Yeah, I give up too.
(and I ate the cupcake directly afterwards to remove temptation from the microwave.)