You know how many times I have closed the door when I am having dinner
specially when I am actually eating red meat.

When I have company over I lock them in their room when I am cooking and
preparing the meal.  I always do make them their own plate and take it to
them.  I hate to say this but I have turned the radio up to drown them out
while company was over.  My friend always get a laugh on who rules the
roost.

We can't even say the H word in the house because of Roxie's addiction to
smoked and cured porcine products.

My first entry on this group detailed our mild-mannered beauty queen having
made off with a large slab of h*m when Louie came home for lunch and got an
unexpected call to use his own litter box. since then we've discovered
bizarre food proclivities in our family. Brandy likes saltines and Stosh has
tried to make off with a chicken wing a time or two and now we have to stand
guard over them if one of us has to leave the room. Roxie has also tried to
get into Louie's cereal, and everyone likes Louie's Jiffy Mix biscuits.

the dining area is, of course, now locked and guarded.

Blessed be,
Baha

faint sounds of snickering waft into Gramby's window as lee reads the
group... Tiger hi fives Piglette... he knows it was a real chore to get
those 20 muffins of the counter and spread them through the house... so
unbaked must be harder