Afternoon Munch

I likes to do things with my hooman... when I can be bothered.

In the afternoons, he always likes to do the same thing.

He makes something he calls 'tea', then says 'Look, Frankie! Biscuits!'

But they don't look like biscuits - not like the ones I has, anyway.

And I've sniffed them - they don't smell of chicken.
That seems like a waste of biscuits to me.

When my hooman has his biscuits, I go over and have some of my own - chicken ones... or sometimes toona - as part of a bonding experience.

It's important that we both has our biscuits in the afternoon.

He munches his.
I munch mine.
We both has a happy.





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