When Taki was a baby, but old enough to move around on her own, I tried to feed her regularly. Sometimes, though, she would get hungry in between, and she would bother me incessantly: scratching, climbing, picking at me. I did not let that last long before I would feed her. As she has matured, she has not exhibited that behavior as often, but occasionally does. Tonight, she was picking at me something fierce. For some reason, she was hungry and wanted a treat and not good, nutritious food.
Well, I could not deny her. She got junk food tonight. And was very happy for it.
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