So Oscar loves spaghetti sauce. He’ll sit and squeak piteously at me until I let him have some, which is an upgrade over the piracy he was committing every time I turned my back on him while cooking spaghetti. He was good tonight and did not steal any, so I saved a bit for him to have after we finished dinner. This was my reward.
He curled up in my lap like a little bag of feet and went to sleep. While I was attempting to get a picture, Udo walked up and deposited his Dramatic Fox on my legs because he was also grateful for spaghetti sauce (of course I shared with the dog too).
Spaghetti snugs on a Friday night are pretty great.