Greyson here. I am such a thoughtful kitten - always looking out for my family. I only wish they saw it that way.
Last night I saw Mom in the kitchen, naturally I went in to see what she was doing. She often needs me to stand under her feet while she prepares things. I'm often called upon to eat any scraps that might fall. Just part of the service I provide.
I noticed she was rummaging in a sack of some kind. Naturally I decided to jump on the counter to see if it was a treat sack for me - and Quill too (I was going to share - some). Well I saw she was filling a bowl with potato chips. Surely she shouldn't be eating those - she needed my help!
When I tried to talk Mom down from her chip frenzy - she just yammered on about how I wasn't supposed to be on the counter. I know! So rude! Of course I had to take action.
I saw my opportunity when she picked me up with one arm and her chip bowl with the other. I used my talented Monkey Tail to sweep my tail into the chip bowl and flick all the chips onto the floor. Crisis averted. Would a "Thank You Greyson!" be too much to ask? Or at least a treat? I don't eat chips - at least not BBQ flavor.