Look at this. Look closely.
Can't see it?
That's how small the bite of chicken I was offered was. TOO SMALL TO SEE.
I was not amused.
Also, the Woman needs to mop that floor because it's gross and I don't want to eat off it.
In other news, she's threatening to wash my tail because there's something on the top, but I've been devious and cunning and have managed to thwart her attempts so far. Tonight there was a fresh real live fresh dead steak for me and I suspect she was going to try when I was happy and full of meaty bites, but as soon as I was done eating it I hid in a closet, so here we are at 10:30 at night and she still hasn't done it, so I think I'm safe until tomorrow.
Cripes, she needs a hobby.