Gloria wanted some ice cream after dinner tonight. I scooped it for her, put it on the table, and returned to the kitchen to unload the dishwasher and clean up from dinner. The next thing I heard was "MOMMMMAAAAA!!!! Screamer is eating my ice creeeeaaaammmm!"
She cornered the offending feline and shook her finger in his face while telling him "Bad cat! Bad cat! Bad cat! Bad cat!"
Then she gently stroked his head and said "But that doesn't change my love for you."
Good thing, because if it had been MY ice cream....