I’m greedy but choosy, curious but fussy. It’s not my fault, I’m always hungry. I mean, I’m not starving but… you know… I want more. Hey, what is that? Is it the finest Alaskan salmon, my favorite? Too bad, I already ate it yesterday… I’m not gonna eat it again, sorry. Is there something else, please? Come on, don’t be upset… I also crave for your snuggles… oh, you could rub my belly like, forever… For the record: you call me fat, but I’m just fluffy, so you can cuddle me over, and over, and over…