Amanda the Great by Amanda El-Dweek for June 01, 2024

You’ve got to have that covered butter, Amanda, there’s no way around it.

We got a black lab from the pound. She was a real sweetheart, but the first night we put her to bed in the dining room, I heard a bit of a noise,went out to investigate, to find Shadow standing on the table, licking the butter. I scolded her, she looked at me with a puzzled look, as if to say “What’s your problem?”

We put the chairs in close after that.

Cats rule. Um . .

At some point we had two big dogs and two orange tabbies. Anything not covered was stashed in the microwave or fridge just in case…

Finders keepers.

Butter dish with a clear glass cover. Kitty tormentor. And an invitation to knock it off the counter.

(sigh) That’s our late chartreuse.

A cat is going to cat. Riley is our butter licker.

Licking butter huh…those quazy cats! One of mine loves the protein drink I have in the AM so much he stands in front of the computer while I’m sitting here, staring at the drink box until I pour some in the bottle cap so he can have a taste. I keep telling him he won’t like it, but that ship has sailed.

I love asking our cat, “Have you been a good cat today?” in the stagiest sarcastic voice I can come up with.

She’s just prepping the butter to make “langue de chats” cookies. (Literally translates to “cats tongue” cookies, they’re oval, flat cookies. They’re similar to the ones used to make the Milano sandwich cookies from Pepperidge Farms)

Cat-whipped. Does not end well.

There’s an easy solution. Don’t leave open food on the counter.