The Bengal Dinner Party....
My name is Venus. Freaky Venus Seaweed, to be precise. I am a Bengal Cat, and we are nothing if not precise. I am, in many ways, misunderstood. I like things the way I like them, but it seems that many people simply do not understand Bengal Etiquette.
We expect certain things. We have certain standards. Take the Diner Party, for instance. There are Things you need to know.
Or else. Regret. Total and complete. I will see to that.
First, seat your guests. We are not simply CATS. How CATS can simply live with the "Open a can and be done with it" approach, I will never know. And would never put up with it. We prefer counter seating. We can be patient. No, really.
Set your table. Use the nice china. If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing right. Add a nice glass, or skull fountain for water, in case your guests would care for a before dinner drink. If a few dishes end up knocked to the floor, broken into bits and shards, be polite, and ignore it. These things happen. You have more.
Let your guests feel like they are helping. The stove is a lovely social place to gather around. Note that we enjoy our steaks rare.
We can be patient, For A Time. Do not make your guests wait too long for dinner. Bad hostess. Steaks are done. Now they need to be cut up Very Small. We are dainty.
Use your Famous Exploding Knife. And allow your guests to choose their cuts of meat.
Sometimes other guests will come to the window and scream for steak too. Beware of their glowing eyes, and Do Not, invite them in. I am very active, and I do not share my meat.
If you follow these instructions, your party will be an A-list talked about event. And more importantly, I will be content. You want me content. Trust me. If I am properly fed, I will not need meat again for several hours. You may spend this time on your couch, where I may, or may not, let you pet me. If you are very lucky, I may bring you the feather stick. Or I might go in your purse, and find something else.
It all depends on my mood.
Love and Dinner,