This means, “I see you’re having eggs for breakfast. May I have some too?”
So weak, I can barely lift my head. It’s been an entire hour since my last meal and aside from evening treats, I won’t get fed again until tomorrow morning.
The whole franchise just wouldn’t have been the same if Dr. Jones Sr. had instead said, “I named the cat ‘Indiana.'”
The title has little to do with the article’s content, but I do like the title:
It reminds me of this video:
The only things that make sounds like crinkling plastic should be bags with treats in them. That would make the world a lot less confusing.
I learned a new trick this past weekend: If you follow a human from one room to the next, and you hit them with a very sorrowful look (Level 10 should do it), eventually they’ll breakdown and give you part of whatever they’re eating.
I love the holidays!