Wow! We didn't realize just how lucky we were. Our mom must love us a lot to give us chicken. *blinking in tandem.* What we don't like is salmon. Salmon is stinky. When our mom gives us that, we just stare at her and tell her we are waiting for chicken. We waited for a week recently before our mom figured out that our hunger strike was due to her offering us salmon instead of something good like chicken. She was all like, "But you two used to like salmon." Well, duh. "Used to" doesn't mean that we should eat it now, and we won't. We are not going to eat salmon! Especially since one-third of all the furfood we get is salmon. That's what comes in the box, so that's what we get. Our mom says neener, neener. We say, fine. We'll just stay on strike.

Love,
Glowie Ann McChew-La and Baster Kincaid McChew-La