Greedy Cat, Greedy Cat, What are They Feeding You?

This morning as I sat down to breakfast, excited to tear into my fresh-from-the-toaster waffles
with their yummy apple flavored syrup, I was rudely usurped by my orange cat, Jules.
Jules is a freak for the butter.
If you have toast, he will climb onto your head if it will get him closer to his precious butter.
He will stand on you or on your plate or wherever he needs to be to gain access to the butter.
So my greedy cat this morning climbed onto the table and dug in to the waffles making sure to get his little scratchy pink tongue into each square and remove the butter -- just the butter, not the syrup, thank you very much- with a surgical precision. Impressive.
Now give me my damn waffles!