Pizza Ho-Bag Steve

We came home tonight with no leftovers for Steve. Ryan went to refill the water bottle at the 5TB water station and I headed across the field to the bungalow. Steve came leaping out of the bushes meowing up a storm and followed me inside and meowed the whole time I was in the shower. I exited the shower right around the time Ryan walked in the door to Steve howling. Ryan suggested that we toss the leftover pizza from two nights ago (it’s not been refrigerated), but was wondering what we could give Steve. Ryan bought Basil and Garlic Pringles at the shop tonight so I said he should share with Steve. Which he did (though he decided that two Pringles was about right for cat serving – I thought that was a little stingy).

Steve did too and went and dug the styrofoam of pizza out of the garbage. Ryan heard and took it away from him and was getting ready to boot Steve out of the room. I protested and told Ryan to put the garbage in the bathroom and close the door. Ryan didn't like that idea because then Steve wouldn’t be able to have a drink of water (mind you two seconds earlier Ryan was ready to give him the old heave-ho). So Ryan just put the garbage on top of the clothes rack. And all was quiet for a while. Then came a slap and a thud as first the styrofoam of pizza hit the ground shortly followed by the thud of cat landing. How can you argue with that? He's adamant about having pizza for dinner! And now he’s leaving us which is just as well seeing as that pizza’s two days old so has a good chance of making an encore!