I love food. As a creature who breathes and walks the earth, I need food. Mommy is so smart that I didn't have to tell him that. He prepares the food for us twice a day. One after he wakes up and another one after staring at the picture box in the evening. Beyond smells, the sound of the clanking food dish is a food trigger. The sound of the beeping heat box is a food trigger. The sound of plastic is a food trigger. The sound of incoming footsteps is a food trigger. The sight of an unusal box is a food trigger. I mean, my god, anything could be a food trigger! Food is happiness! I dream of food everyday! When I'm having it, I'm living my dream!
Mommy and daddy don't share their food. Well, sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. There's really no easy way of learning when. Sometimes I think maybe because I don't share my food with them too. When I start to think about it, there's no more food to share. So much for living in the moment.
Their food sometimes come wrapped in shiny paper. When they open it, the food's wrapped in another type of paper. It's really compelling how or why humans come up with these sorts of ideas. Most of them preposterous but interesting and pretty nonetheless. And that's often good enough, right?
I'm hearing some clanking coming from the out room. And I just heard the heat box open. FOOD TRIGGER! GTG!
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