Yes, we did eventually give him some chicken (we're not made of stone, you know). He wolfed it down and then resumed his plaintive staring at us. Too bad the purring didn't come through; he was rumbling prodigiously. Sehr nette, as we say in German.
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I did hear the purring when you zoomed in.
Once a mooch, always a mooch. We get two of them milling and reaching and wailing and staring any time we're working with cooked poultry on the island. Valrhona isn't affected, inexplicably.
Caved in, eh? Happens to the best of us.
(It's kinda amusing to see your brother both laughing his arse off and then struggling with the German keyboard ... ;-) E.)
Well, America invented the computer and the keyboard!
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