Mom says I have to eat crow.
I say HECK NO! I like BEEF!
Mom just laughs.
I don't know why she wants me to eat something different.
It's not my fault she -finally- figured out what I want when I meow at her after dinner. It's not my fault she finally has a lap worth sitting in.
And for the life of me I don't know what this all has to do with Formerly Feral Friday.