I wish I never got the idea to mold his cat food into a squirrel. Now he expects it every time...
It looks finger-licking good Monty…
maybe that is why Fleshy in is the neurotic care of Doctor Herr Deuschifinger or what ever???
A dog thinks, “my Master molds my food in the shape of a squirrel. He must be a God!”. A cat thinks, “my servant molds My food in the shape of a squirrel. I must be a God!”.
“Do somebody a favor and it becomes your job.”
That’s one spoiled cat.
Licking an effigy of his ancient ancestors.
You are the servant; Fleshy is the master.
So, stop whining and do your assigned task!