All I could think about all night was shredded chicken breast. Little nibbles of deliciousness.
So, you better believe I was all over her this morning like white-fur-on-black-pants-right-before-a-business-meeting.
Stood next to her ear and went for the persistence technique: Meow. Meow. MEOW. meow? MEEEEEEEEOW. MEOW. MEOW. MEOOOOOOOOW. Meow. Meow. Meow.
Finally, she was up! And when she opened up the fridge and saw the little bowl of chicken-y goodness she set aside for us last night she said, “OH now I get it.” Unfortunately she also said, “Don’t be getting used to this chicken thing, boys. It’s a TREAT.”
Whatever. I will apply my mind control to Project Chicken. But for this morning, chicken appetizer and wet food BREAKFAST and all is good with the world today!