Treats

I'm sitting here, this morning on Mom's lap, watching William take his toll. He stands in the kitchen, by the coffee maker and everyone who comes for a cup or a refill is subjected to "ears". They must pay the coffe toll, of one treat, and then they are free to go.

If it was me, I'd just pounce him out of the way, if I wanted coffee. Which I don't. I don't like treats, either, or I would think of something much more clever to do.

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