with my 2 kitchen helpers.
There are always 2 noses within close proximity to whatever it is I'm doing in the kitchen. Hopefully I won't mistake Wrig's noise for a big black olive and Chum's for a tiny turnip and chop them right up with the food.
I had some left over chicken that I shredded for them, so I took a photo of Chum about to pounce on the food. He's such a gobbler, but it makes me happy to see him enjoying food again (even as it flies out of his tiny mouth when he hisses at me).