I love my cat Henry. He's super smart and I can prove it. I right now, I'm cooking dinner and part of it is chicken. So, I cut up this raw chicken, right, too cook it and it kind of looks like brains or intestines or something. See, most cats wouldn't think anything of this, they're just all "You feed me so you can do what ever you want". But not Henry. You see, Henry is a straight shooter, so he basically looks at me as if to ask "What the fuck is your damage, woman? Why are you eating something that looks like brains? I understand you're the one who takes care of me but don't you ever even think about feeding me...