One of the things I find powerless to resist in life is this face, staring at me intently while I try and enjoy a meal. It doesn't matter that he has already been fed. No, sir. He looks up at me from the floor with his adorable bug-eyes, beseeching me for a morsel from my plate. I call him Bugsy when he does this, though you know him as Bailey. The photo is the view from my dining chair. (If you click on it for a larger version, you'll get an even better idea of what I have to endure.)
He knows I can't stand the pressure, and he doesn't avert his gaze until I give him something. Alas, this mollifies him only briefly. Bugsy scurries back to his bed on the other side of the dining table to eat whatever I gave him, then quickly returns to zero in on me again. The photo really doesn't do justice to the intensity of his stare. He bores down on me relentlessly, and I feel like a suspect undergoing a painful interrogation. "Okay, okay, I'll say anything you want, just stop!" Except he doesn't want me to say anything, he just wants me to turn more of my meal over to him. "Here, take this, now stop staring at me!"
Every interrogator has his or her favorite technique, and Bugsy's is "the stare," conducted in absolute silence. Because of his size, his face and those eyes, it is incredibly effective. There are, of course, other ways of extorting food from humans at their dining table. In tomorrow's post, I'll show you what we've come up with to deal with the torment.
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