“Watcha eating, Big Bud? That looks delicious!
So, uh, you’re just gonna sit there eating that in front of me, huh? All that cheesy deliciousness. You know how much I love cheese.
That’s okay, don’t offer me any. I’m just going to sit down in front of you, fix you with my sad, wide-eyed stare, and watch you enjoy those yums.
Yums you won’t even share with your best Little Buddy.
What happened to ‘mi casa su casa,’ eh? Mi yummies su yummies. I thought we did everything together, but apparently I was mistaken.
Apparently there’s an end to your selflessness, a line of demarcation that separates the good from the truly delicious. And when it comes to the truly delicious, well, you horde it like Smaug the dragon sitting on his gold, indifferent to the feelings of your best Little Buddy, whose mouth is watering.
I mean, sure, I could pad over to my bowl and munch on some leftover kibble from four hours ago, trying not to think of how much it tastes like cardboard as the smell of that cheese wafts through the air.
I could…What’s this? You’re going into the kitchen? Just a few more feet, open the fridge…yes! Cheese is right there and…oh yeah! Get one of the sharp knives, you know I love my cheese sliced into little Buddy-size cubes. Yes! Careful with the knife. Just a little more. Perfect!
Oh man! You’re the best, Big Bud! I never doubted you for a second! Mmmmm! Let’s eat!
Mmmmm mmmm!
Wait. Hold on! Is it me or does the cheese on your plate look more yummy than the cheese on mine? I know you say it’s the same cheese, I just wanna…hey, lemme get my nose in there, I just wanna sniff it. Maybe take a little bite.
Tell ya what. Why don’t you give me some of the cheese from your plate just so I’m sure it’s the same cheese I’m eating?
Well, sure, you could shoo me away, but I’ll just sit here with my big, accusatory eyes, watching you consume every bite until some of that cheese migrates over to my plate…
Better yet, let’s swap plates. That’s the only way I can be sure that my cheese is just as good as your cheese.
Unless… Unless you knew I’d be suspicious of potential cheese inequity and you put the good cheese on my plate, knowing I would demand we switch.
I’m onto your scheme, human! Switch it back! I want my original cheese! Buddy cannot be fooled so easily.”
Pain In The Bud 
You can’t fool Buddy!
Too much wisdom hidden in that fury four legged creature….
Hey Buddy, we have hundreds of different cheeses here in France 🙂
Even some with alive maggots inside!
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Little Buddy needs his cheese and only the best cheese will do! (Some of my cats will accept muenster and cheddar, brie and Swiss are right out.)
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Ah, I see now that it was little Buddy that wrote that book “Who Moved My Cheese “! Tux likes string cheese and insists that he get the first bite!
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I just gave in under the pressure of twelve cats and fed them from my plate. My senior rescue poodle didn’t set much of an example, as she had been allowed by her former owners to eat from their plates, and the cats saw her doing it. Make extras!
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