What a chonk!

Finn, below, is an even bigger mooch than George, which says a lot.

Jake came for his Fancy Feast early this morning. A short time later, I found Finn on my step, eating a few bits that Jake had missed. 

Then I couldn't get rid of him, probably because I gave him a handful of Greenies and tried to lure him away. 

Jake returned, wanting more (he really loves the FF salmon pate I have on hand). He ended up getting trapped on my top step by Finn, who also had returned, and someone's dog on a leash. (The man is nice enough, but seems to be without common sense when it comes to non-humans.) 

Turns out that Jake does NOT like Finn! Or dogs, for that matter. 

I escaped into the house, in case things came to kitty blows, but Finn finally decided to move on. 

Jeepers, all that kitty drama and it wasn't even 7 AM....