Pratchett’s decided he’s a fan of peanut butter. He recognizes the jar, and his eyes start pinning in anticipation. Even though we’re talking about the low fat/sugarfree variety he can’t have very much, so I’ve been trying to make a little go a long way.

Smearing a thin layer over a measuring spoon keeps him happily occupied for a surprisingly long time:

As a rule he’s not a nippy boy, but I’ve learned to only let him play with it if there’s enough time to let him have at it til he’s done, because he will defend his noms. He’s not interested in so much as looking up until he’s dropped the spoon to the ground and gotten every last scrap off his beak and talons.