After returning with Hoshi from a quick potty run, the scent of roasted chicken was wafting on our floor. Hoshi ran excitedly to a particular neighbor’s door and started scratching at it. I was so surprised! I had to knock to find out that he got the right neighbor—they just finished a dinner of North African roasted chicken!
Hoshi is a little beggar!
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