Sometimes, she just appears out of nowhere, like that game at Chuck E. Cheese, Whack-a-mole. Usually, we're eating at the table, and she lightly taps our thigh with her dainty paw until we give her what she wants or we whack her. It depends on how persistent she's been.
Today, she got lucky.
Ah, yes . . . I’ve got two moles of my own ! Jack and I are complete suckers, though . . . we always set aside a little bit of whatever we’re eating on a small plate, just for them ! They have us so well-trained !