No Apple Jacks, thanks
Mom was just about to pet me when, look what she found! What is this thing, Mom, a treat?
Um...no, actually, it's an Apple Jack.
Well how did it get on my furs? Get it off!!
Oh wait...I think I know where it came from.
That crawling drooly boy, who always has something sticking to him touched me, didn't he!
(sigh) If you'll all excuse me, I need to go have a bath.