years and years ago, I was in a relationship. The relationship came with two cats. Pepper adored chicken, enough that you couldn't cook it without her showing up to yell at you to give you some. You couldn't even SAY "chicken" or she'd come running and yell at you; we started saying "poultry" or "bird."

She was kinda picky about food she thought was weird.

Me and the ex bought a cornish game hen to give her. Our opinions were evenly split whether faced with apparently an entire chicken all her own, Pepper would be utterly blissed out, or whether she'd turn her nose up and yell at us about giving her whatever it was that smelled like chicken.

But then life happened, and we never got around to cooking her cornish game hen as an experiment before she lost her eyesight thanks to age.