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Fed the cats the other morning and went out of the room for about ten minutes. When I came back into the kitchen, Snip leapt up onto the counter and began making a case that she hadn't been fed in, um, ever, and was in imminent danger of a gruesome death by starvation.
While she was licking the grease off her whiskers.
And there was still half a can of gooshyfood left on their plate.
So I told her, in all seriousness, "How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
Snip was not impressed.
While she was licking the grease off her whiskers.
And there was still half a can of gooshyfood left on their plate.
So I told her, in all seriousness, "How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
Snip was not impressed.