Please share that lasagna with me...and anything else mommy might be eating

Just when mommy and daddy were starting to get concerned that I didn't have too much interest in food (an oddity, considering that both of them are foodies), I'm growing increasingly interested in what they eat -- and making up for lost time.

Mommy was having some papaya and I opened my mouth to try. Tasty! Daddy had a few blackberries, and I eagerly wanted to get my little hands (and mouth) on some of that, as well. Blackberries are some sweet, tarty deliciousness. Mommy had a little Pirate's Booty two weekends ago (they're white cheddar-flavored puffed treats) and I've been eating those since! I take a bite, then shove the rest in mommy's mouth. I'm a giver. But don't get me started on the mini mint ice cream sandwiches from Trader Joe's - I saw mommy taking a bite and quickly grabbed it out of her hands and stuffed it in my mouth. And smiled. Mommy thought that was really cute. She gave me kissies. Grandma makes mommy this wonderful yogurt with cucumber, mint and garlic (it's a Persian appetizer called "mast-o-khiar," which literally translated means yogurt and cucumber). Mommy hadn't even had a full spoon of that this weekend before I wanted to investigate. With my mouth. Since then, I've eaten the whole container of the mast-o-khiar, and have hardly shared with mommy. In fact, when mommy was on the phone with grandma yesterday and was too slow in giving me mast-o-khiar, I yelled at her, pointed to the yogurt and opened my mouth so there wouldn't be any confusion as to what I wanted. Mommy got off the phone and fed me the rest of the mast-o-khiar right away. Good mommy.

These days, I'll try anything mommy eats. Daddy is questionable, but I trust mommy's taste. :)

But you know what I REALLY wanted? Lasagna. Last night, when daddy warmed his and mommy's dinner up and took a bite, I opened my mouth to have some. When he didn't immediately share, I yelled at him and reached out for mommy. I knew she'd give me some. She always caves in to my demands. She made sure to give me lots of ricotta and tomato sauce (my favorites). The lasagna looked delicious. And it tasted delicious, too. That lasagna-hoarding Garfield is one smart cat!