This is hard to admit, but I'm mellowing as I get older; I let Mommy get Dangerously Close* to me these days, especially if I know she's got something yummy in hand--lately it's been canned mackerel--and she approaches me slowly with the bowl held out where I can see it.
Still, there is NO Touching allowed.
Not now, and not ever!
The possibility of becoming the main ingredient in Scouty Stew is just too great...I just know the treats are to fatten me up and make me all tasty and stuff.
So I keep my lasers ready, just in case.
XX Scouty XX
*under a meter!