Usually at our house whenever we watch certain girly reality shows like Top Model or Project Runway, we invite a lot of people over because it sort of eases the embarrassment? Anyway, we typically end up ordering chicken, and we also usually ended up bringing Max out and giving him a box to sit in, and feed him little bits of chicken. (It may seem cruel to put him in a box, but he’s a mole, and he loves dark places, if you put him on the table with a box, he’ll willingly crawl into it). Though he’s a total lap-hedgehog, and sometimes he’ll just sit with us. Like this:

Anyway, girly reality show chicken is sort of a tradition we used to do with him when we lived in New York, as you can see here with him, as you can see in these videos:

We’re getting settled into our new place, but we finally decided to take Max out for a test drive (currently our coffee table is a box of CDs) putting in him a shelf from a jewelry box he used to sleep in when he was little. Here’s his reaction to the chicken:

And here’s Amex’s reaction to Max:

So, obviously, we had no choice but to give him his traditional reality show chicken: