A tall cold friend lives in the hallway and it is FULL of snacks and it never opens for me! I love it! It hums! It is the best hummer I have ever met!
My human walks right up to it like they are FRIENDS and I sit so good, I sit SO good, tail going, because when a human stands in front of a thing that has food in it, sometimes food comes OUT. This is the rule of the universe. This is the only rule I know.
My human feeds the tall friend little metal circles. Why? I do not know! I would not give it ANYTHING! But my human does, they feed it the circles, and then they poke its glowing buttons, poke poke poke, and the tall friend THINKS about it. It thinks for a long time. My human is so smart, my human knows the secret pokes.
And then. AND THEN.
Something inside the tall friend gives up. A little spiral turns, and a bag falls, THUMP, into the mouth at the bottom, and my human bends down and reaches into the mouth and gets it, the bravest human, reaching into a MOUTH.
It smells like salt and heaven and the inside of the greatest crinkly bag ever made.
My human is happy. I can smell that my human is happy. That is the best smell there is, better even than the salt, and there is a whole bag of salt right there.
Is it for me? Is it for me? Is it. For me?
It is a little bit for me. It is always a little bit for me. My human always saves me the last one.