A crackling affair...
They say that grandparents spoil their grandkids much more than they did their own and somehow the same holds true for our Mausi. Bob's father introduced her to pork rinds and she hasn't forgotten the shape, smell or sound of said pork chip. She will turn cartwheels to get one and in order to give her some joy ( yes, poor little orphan Annie! ), Bob has continued the tradition of sharing his chips.
Today though, even he was stumped by her majesty's spoiled behaviour. We were putting the groceries away which involved me passing each item to Bob who would arrange it in the cupboard. Far from being altruistic, quite the contrary as I cottoned on to him...he just wants to be aware of what I bought, what is there and more importantly what snacks there are to be devoured.
After putting everything away including 47 cans of her special gourmet feline delights which we were thrilled to get at half price, he went to give Mausi a treat. A yummy snack sausage which he fed to her bit by bit until she walked away after only eating a quarter of it. Unheard of behaviour but we soon found out the reason of her disdain for it.
Madame had espied Bob's packet of pork rinds and had positioned herself on the couch, giving Bob a butter wouldn't melt in my mouth look and the rest is crunchy history. Oh yes, she ate about three of them and honestly, I don't know who chewed louder.
The age old argument of nature versus nurture is continuing in our house...