Izaak loves his chicken necks.
I left the refrigerator door open for a minute while I was making dinner today.
And…yeah. He jumped up into the fridge.
Like a heat-seeking missile, Zak zeroed in on his precious necks.
And he would have stolen one, too…if I hadn’t been standing right THERE. I think there’s a flaw in your masterplan there, cat burglar.