Although I am feline, and I like tuna as much as the next hairball, cake makes me happy. Especially gluten-free. I'll take the corner piece please.
Although a spot of yogurt never did a weasel any harm. Lactobacillus and my colon are happy friends.
What is this? I don't know. Might I taste again? I still don't know. But I like it. There are top-notes reminiscent of wiggly things. I like wiggly things. They are my go-to comfort food.
Mmmm, breakfast. All things halt when I feel the desire for sustenance. Your writing means nothing to me. Unless it will pay for more breakfast. In which case, may I be your muse?
Yes, the palate must be cleansed for the next course. Please, lift the cup a little higher. This angle vexes my tongue.
Butter tastes better off your finger, it definitely does . . .
Except for straight off the stick. Mmmm, butter is my guilty pleasure...
One for Katmama, one for weasels. We don't much like fruit. But we dig yogurt. Hard.
Mmmm, the last of the tuna, mixed with mayo. Not crazy about the cracker. And really, pickles? Again? Talk to the paw. Just as soon as I'm done leaving you with a bare naked cracker to chew on for your lunch.
Cream cheese. It really is Nectar of the Weasels. But again with the cracker. What? You think we don't get enough fiber in our diets? F*ck fiber. I'm a protein man all the way . . .
