I LOVE steak. LOVE it. I can eat a lot of steak. Especially steaky steak that tastes like steak. But I’m not the only one.
Our “purebreds,” they spend their day like this:
A brief moment of sizzle, piqued their interests. They sniff. Then they realize that steak is on offer. Then they activate. They move. They get up. They seem … active. It’s on. Bug is relentless. With his old, craggy “meow,” he begs for some of the good stuff. Tosca becomes your best friend.
I cannot say these words for other fleshy bits. There’s something about beef that gets the animals animated. I can only mirror their excitement.