Do you see what I'm eating? It's a piece of chikkun jerky!
It's the most delicious thing in the Whole World.
I like it better than Fancy Feast, Temptations, or kibble. Even Tuna! I wish that Mommy would feed me nothing but chikkun jerky. However, she claims I need "proper nutrition" and "vitamins" and other voodoo things and thus limits my chikkun intake.
Mommy is mean.
Look! There's a piece of chikkun on the table!
::bat bat bat::
*chomp chomp gulp chew chew chew swallow*
Another part of Mommy's Evil Plan of Chikkun Rationing is the Getting Close Conditioning.
I have to take the yummy morsel right from Mommy's fingers!
Sometimes she puts it in the palm of her hand, and when I
fiercely attack gently pick it out she tickles my chin. It's horrible, especially when I lick her palm and fingers to get every last chikkun molecule.
Because I do NOT like to touch or be touched by Humans. That's how you end up in the stew pot.
(Of course it doesn't count when Mommy strokes my paw or twiddles my tail tip in the morning when I get kibble snax.)
I'm very thankful that I have chikkun jerky to eat.
I don't remember ever getting any when I lived Outside.
In fact, I don't remember getting much to eat AT ALL when I was feral.
Maybe I'll let Mommy touch me again some time.
So...Can I have some more?
I'm still all hungry and stuff!