EVEN THOUGH HE WAS generally the first in our family to be fed in the morning, Watson would often be the last fed in the evening because his feline brothers were far more insistent about being waited on. The cats yelled. Truth be told, because of Watson’s very good manners, the bipeds in our house would sometimes entirely forget to feed him his dinner. Watson would wait until his persons were done eating before coming over to one of us. Then, he’d gently nuzzle one of our arms, grateful that we were taken care of. “Perhaps now you could take care of me?” he seemed to be saying.
When he realized that we realized he was still waiting to be fed, he would immediately ramp up the excitement level to a point just shy of manic. We called it “Watson’s Dance.” It included circus elements, not unlike when elephants walk around on only their hind legs. While Watson could not quite walk on just his back legs, he was highly skilled at leaning back on them for a moment, with his front paws high in the air. Then, he’d drop back onto all fours but raise one front paw and jump up and down with the other front paw like a pogo stick. Repeat. It was entertaining enough that we’d sometimes wait a minute or two to experience the full show. But most of the time, guilt would win out, and we’d quickly deposit his evening kibbles to a very patient and constantly grateful creature.
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