When we last left Ira G, he was in bad shape at the vet's and the future looked uncertain. Weak and unsteady, his person, Kathleen, brings him some chicken to try and get him to eat. She may not eat chicken herself (read: vegetarian), but she'll pull out all the stops for her boy, Ira G. And eat it, he does! Like that, the clouds part, the sky opens up, and the sun, it is a-shining. All thanks to the chicken. Isn't life delicious? Ira G sure thinks so.
