Lamb meat, to be exact.
He looked far more furtive than any kitten should look when he stole a piece of fat last night, running through the house, speeding up and hunching down when I said his name in a sing-songy voice. I can't fool him. He was so sneaky even Sprockets didn't find out. Bort just kept running back and forth between hiding with his catch, and circling my desk sniffing desperately.