Belly at Large: Food!
Hello humans,
Finally, a food post. Lately, if you've followed my mamarazzi's tweets, you've noticed she gave me grieves over cat food. You see, the woman had to get fancy and bought me Fancy Feast.
Fancy Feast is fine. It's ok. The kibbles are smaller, hence they're not as crunchy. I ate 'em because I was hungry. And then the mamarazzi brought home a rotisserie chicken. Yummay! I heart the chicken. She gave me a piece and guess what?
It was RED MEAT!
How dare she?! My instruction was very specific: either deep fried or white breast meat only. That's the way I like my chicken. La mamarazzi thought she was smart: she mixed the red meat with Fancy Feast and gave me.
"Here, Belly, eat it. It's chiiiiichen!" she cooed.
I gave her a dirty look. "No way, Jose! I ain't eatin' this. Where's my white meat chicken?"
Obviously, the woman didn't get it. She kept pushing the plate at moi. So I did what I could: I high-tailed out of there. Later on, she gave me the same food and guess what? Yours truly spilled it all over the place. Oops!
I gave her a sign: I licked my knuckles very gansterly. Yes, I plotted her dead over the lack of chicken breast. The plan was well-executed, too: I jumped on top of her when she was in bed with a blanket wrapping around like a burrito. It could have worked, except she pushed me off waaay too fast.
Consider it a warning, woman. Next time, give me white meat chicken. And don't even try to lecture me about starving kittens in Asia and Africa. They are not in your house to eat Fancy Feast and red meat. I am. And me not likey!
Guess what she made for herself?
Now why on Earth couldn't I have any of those? I could have used some right now. Mean mamarazzi!
P.S: I'm calmer now. La mamarazzi realized her mistake and gave me some white chicken last night. I forgive her.
Love, peace, and tuna fish,
Mr. Belly
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| Blogging from under the chair today... because I feel like it. Roar! |
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| Fancy Feast in Filet Mignon flavor. (source) Oh please, sistah! You didn't do me any favors! |
It was RED MEAT!
How dare she?! My instruction was very specific: either deep fried or white breast meat only. That's the way I like my chicken. La mamarazzi thought she was smart: she mixed the red meat with Fancy Feast and gave me.
"Here, Belly, eat it. It's chiiiiichen!" she cooed.
I gave her a dirty look. "No way, Jose! I ain't eatin' this. Where's my white meat chicken?"
Obviously, the woman didn't get it. She kept pushing the plate at moi. So I did what I could: I high-tailed out of there. Later on, she gave me the same food and guess what? Yours truly spilled it all over the place. Oops!
I gave her a sign: I licked my knuckles very gansterly. Yes, I plotted her dead over the lack of chicken breast. The plan was well-executed, too: I jumped on top of her when she was in bed with a blanket wrapping around like a burrito. It could have worked, except she pushed me off waaay too fast.
Consider it a warning, woman. Next time, give me white meat chicken. And don't even try to lecture me about starving kittens in Asia and Africa. They are not in your house to eat Fancy Feast and red meat. I am. And me not likey!
Guess what she made for herself?
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| Baked Wontons! |
P.S: I'm calmer now. La mamarazzi realized her mistake and gave me some white chicken last night. I forgive her.
Love, peace, and tuna fish,
Mr. Belly
P.S: If you like my blog, please
subscribe to my feed. Thanks a lot!Category Article Belly at Large
