Salad time is the best part of Bumble’s day. In each apartment we’ve lived, he’s picked a “waiting place” where he sits as his salad is prepared. He does NOT like to be petted or spoken to when he’s in the waiting place. He’s busy concentrating on his salad, so leave him alone.
The Waiting Place
Tonight, I recorded him eating a giant spinach leaf. It’s dark, but notice how quickly the leaf disappears. At one point, I laughed loudly at how he inhales his greens. His ear swivels around, and he hops to the other side of the salad bowl. I broke his concentration.
Can you believe what he has to put up with?