Chief of Staff is odd person

Chief of Staff was eating dinner while watching the picture box in the main room. It smelled very interesting so I hopped onto the rocker to see if I could see what it was. My canine, Zuzu, sat in front of Chief, drooling and hoping Chief would give her some of the food.

That isn't to be borne. Not in my house. So I began the trek across the narrow table separating me from Chief of Staff.

While she wasn't looking at me, exactly, she paused long enough to say, "No feet on the table."

I backed up. Chief doesn't often get angry--why should she when I am so perfect?--but she does not abide feet on the tables. I am not sure why this is so but it is a small thing to do so she will be happy. I backed up.

Chief must have realized, then, that her dinner was something that might interest me. It smelled of salmon and odd, intriguing spices. So she took a very small piece and put it on the table.

The table which I am not supposed to touch.

Sigh.

Normally, Chief of Staff is a calm, intelligent person who adores me--because I am perfect--but this struck me as odd. I looked at the bite of salmon. I looked at her. I looked at the bite of salmon again. It was too far to reach...unless I stepped on the table which she had just told me not to do.

She watched me from the corner of her eye obviously waiting to see how I would solve this dilemna.

I am not some common, unintelligent being. I simple stretched out my leg, spread the toes on my foot-hand, and knocked the salmon to the floor.

I did not touch the table.

The salmon tasted very good.