Sometimes mum puts out a mid-morning snack for us by giving us some parsley to munch on (usually after we – or more often, just Betsy – pester her by begging near the kitchen door).
Unfortunately for us, dad was up and alert this time, doing his stupid photo thing.
Do you think you’re being clever or something, dad? You’re not fooling anyone.
Now put that camera down and give me some treats.
Or, y’know, you could take a video of us eating. I guess that’s OK too. Just don’t interrupt us, OK?