As I have mentioned before, Huck does this little somersault trick, where he presses his forehead against the basement door in the kitchen, presses forward, tucks his chin, and somersaults so that he is lying on his back, tail end against the door and head in the middle of the kitchen floor, looking up expectantly.
He is looking up expectantly because this is the point where I coo "Ohhhh! Did himums do a sommysault? Did himums do a sommysault? Good boys who do sommysaults get treats! Yes they do!"*
And then I open the cabinet and get him a treat, and Rannie, who heard all the fussing and the opening of the cabinet door and the rustling of the treat bag comes in, and I give her one too, which neatly illustrates the Free Rider problem. (Which isn't much of a problem, since Huck got his treat and doesn't seem to mind if others got some, too.)
This morning, I'm standing in the kitchen, talking to Bobbi about various breakfast possibilities, when there is a thump, soon followed by another, and soon a steady thumping noise is coming from the basement door. Out of the corner of my eye, it is apparent that Huck had done his food-producing trick and, when nobody noticed, just started doing it over and over again because, hey, we were standing right there and sooner or later somebody would get him a cat treat, right?
*If you tell anybody I coo baby talk at Bobbi's cat, you'd better start wearing kevlar knee guards, and that's all I have to say about that.