that's my cheese

I have been working out extra hard this week (in preparation for Thanksgiving, I suppose) and after an intense workout at Curves, I was cruising the kitchen for protein. I found the string cheese and thought that would do nicely. I brought it into the den to join David and Dennis there and Dennis spied what was in my hand and said "Why are you eating this cheese? What are you doing eating MY cheese? Hmm?". I was stunned. He is, in fact, the reason we buy string cheese. It worked, actually--I gave him what was left of my piece! Smart little guy.