Bruce is out of town again for a few days, so of course Harley is once again STARVING. TO. DEATH. Here he is eating a box because he's sooooooo huuuuuuuungry:

Not really, of course. He loves to chew boxes up into spit balls, but he doesn't eat the bits. He leaves those behind for the humans in his life to clean up, occasionally flapping his Mighty Wings of Flapping to scatter them into the four corners of the wind. To, you know, make it a fun game for us. He's very thoughtful that way.

His eating habits with Bruce out of the house have changed a bit, though. First up is breakfast, which consists of what I will call "Food" plus chopped apple bits. "Food" is the mix of whole-grain, organic ingredients I lovingly sprout, cook and chop for him every day. It looks like this:

As far as I can tell, all Harley really eats for breakfast is the apple (unfortunately, not the most nutrient-rich food in the mix). Then, he climbs around his house, looking for any hidden snacks he might not have found yet. Then he starts fussing so I take him to his tree in the living room, where he looks for any hidden snacks he might not have found yet. Then he starts fussing so I take him back to his house, where he looks around for any hidden snacks he might not have found yet.

Harley is ever-hopeful when it comes to finding hidden snacks.

Then, he has his Second Breakfast, which — as far as I can tell — consists of picking through the "Food" for any bits of apple he may have missed during First Breakfast. And then he looks around his house again for any hidden snacks he might not have found yet.

I know! Poor Harley! So sad! So pathetic! So hungry! And the rest of the day pretty much goes like this, although later in the day the not-so-nutritious-thing-that-he-eats (apple) gets substituted with a few not-so-nutritious-things-that-he-eats (peas) and some very-nutritious pomegranate arils.

So sad.

Don't worry, I'm really not trying to starve him to death, I'm just trying to wean him from wanting so many snacks. "Food" really is food after all! And don't worry, I give him plenty of snacks. Foraging Box Toy Number Two is about halfway destroyed already, he demolished his skewer toy yesterday, plus he's totally figured out what used to be the hardest hiding place on his tree (I'm going to try to get a video of that this weekend).

But, yeah, everyone will be happier when Unlimited Snack Monkey Bruce gets home later today.