“Oh, boy! For me?”
They say cats cannot read, and that they have limited pattern-recognition capabilities. The yappy dog on the television screen holds no interest for them, as their brains do not connect the two-dimensional image of an object with the object itself.
Matata, however, knows when a new shipment of kibble arrives. She knows what’s in that sack...and it’s love at first sight.
I don’t know how she knows...association, perhaps?...but as soon as that sack of Fresh, New Food shows up, you can forget about getting her to eat the aged remnants at the bottom of the Feed Bin.
“That dried out shit? Naw, I ain’t goin’ near that, homes. Hakuna’ll eat it. I’m waiting for the new stuff.”