When Your Cat Negotiates for Chicken
So, my cat Oliver (age: ancient, attitude: CEO) has decided that today is Chicken Day. Not just any chicken—rotisserie, the kind I barely get to eat myself. He sits across from me at the table, staring with those judgmental green eyes, like he’s about to fire me from my own kitchen.
He doesn’t meow. He doesn’t beg. He just sits there, tail wrapped neatly, waiting for me to come to my senses. I try to ignore him, but the pressure is real. Eventually, I cave and offer a tiny piece. He sniffs, looks at me like I’m serving him leftovers, and finally accepts.
Swipe to see the aftermath: a smug, satisfied cat and a human rethinking their life choices. Honestly, who’s in charge here?
Anyone else living with a furry food critic?
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