We eat dinner at a coffee table, sitting on the floor. Alki always sits right between us, hoping to snag scraps. She will stare into your eyes and sigh, and lay a gentle paw on your leg or arm. (no, Dave’s not naked behind her, he’s just wearing shorts. It was about 85 that day!)

Sometimes she’ll peek over the table, zeroing in on a crumb or scrap on the table (or even near the edge of the plate, she’s not picky).

Then if one of us stands up she thinks the table is fair game, and she’s right there! Unfortunately this has led to some misunderstandings if one of us has to get up to answer the phone 🙂