The other night, I was making dinner and also talking on the phone to a friend while I cooked.
Shortly before my phone call, I had confiscated The Prince's jumbo-sized bag of beef jerky "Because dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
The Prince was not happy about this. He started frantically searching the apartment for his beef jerky, but because I'm not an idiot, I'd hidden it somewhere I knew he'd never think to look, which was under the duvet in our room. I mean, really, for him to find it there he practically would have had to make the bed, and I knew THAT was never going to happen.
When he realized he couldn't find it, I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to see this:
First, notice the improper wording. He does this to annoy me and also to sound more like a cute child.
This ploy rarely works on me.
Second, there's the threat of him being a "junkyard cat", which, yes, is a reference to It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. This is also a running joke we have from back when our landlord denied us a puppy and got one for herself. To make ourselves feel better, we spent a few minutes one night meowing like super loud, hungry, angry cats. These angry cat noises have since become a first class method of expressing unhappiness within our relationship. I guess he figured that making loud meowing noises while I was on the phone would embarass me.
Third, his demand. The "meat treat" is, of course, his bag of beef jerky.
His note didn't work. I made him eat all of his vegetables before he got his "meat treat" back.
In other news, I've officially become my mother.