[ Loiosh’s face takes up most of the picture. He’s looking at something just below the camera, very intently.]
Do you see this face? This is the face of a cat who did not get enough chicken. Even though he was Very Polite.
(I need to add the disclaimer that I did not take these pictures. Nor did I eat the chicken. This was all Jasper.)
Witness the polite. He’s just looking! That’s all!
[He’s standing on his hindlegs, forepaws just out of sight but clearly propped up on something, staring at the camera with wide, entreating eyes.]
HOW could you not give this cat some chimkin!
[He’s in the same spot, but has turned his head to look off to the right, presumably at the chicken in question.]
Perhaps he just needs to get your attention.
[One forepaw is on the table leg, and the other has been gently placed on the edge of the tabletop. He’s back to looking beseechingly at the camera.]
I think the chimkin was getting waved around over his head, here. Which I gotta admit isn’t entirely fair.
[ He’s generally in the same spot, but looking upwards. His whiskers are VERY forward.]
Time to up the ante, because you’re obviously ignoring him.
[Loiosh is making big eyes, and one paw is held just above Jasper’s arm, pleadingly.]
… how. How can you not give this cat some chimkin!
[The paw has been gently placed upon Jasper’s arm, but Loiosh is gazing sadly off to the left, exactly where the plate is.]
To be fair to Jasper, he had given Loiosh quite a large piece of chicken.
To be fair to Loiosh, it was not ENOUGH chicken.
