Why is there a bowl of grated (delicious, Swiss) cheese on my coffee maker? Why do you even ask?
It was the only place that Henry couldn’t reach, and not for want of trying. I usually pinch off a piece of chicken or meat when I’m cooking as a treat for him, put it in his bowl and he is happy and content and leaves me alone after that. I hadn’t thought of him being interested in our meatless dinner of spätzle last night. He is developing quite an interesting taste in foods, it seems.