We had frozen pizza with soda for dinner last night. This greatly disappointed Whitey, who had assumed his usual post on the piano bench while waiting to be offered the final dregs of my non-existent milk glass.
He was so cute, I came up with an alternative excuse to give him milk -- I practiced giving medicine with the syringe on him. He doesn't like objects poking into the mouth, but as soon as he finds out there milk in there, he is looking for more.
Billy got (happily) practiced on as well, but this was really Whitey's show.