Alfred in the afternoon...

Eager to get home for his lunch. I give him chicken every lunchtime.  About half a breast.  Boiled.  I shred it and serve it on a little blue saucer and it's all very civilised.  (Except for the chicken - about which, being an almost vegetarian, I have mixed feelings - but Alfred needs his meat...) Anyway, today I dropped the whole half breast as I was preparing to shred it, and it landed at Alfred's feet.  No need to say what happened next.  Yes - down in one!  And then he looked at me as if to say - 'well, where's my plate of chicken?'.  Horribly for Alfred that was the last of it until Mr K cooks some more.  He's now sulking mercilessly.
;-)