They did it again. They went out for food for them, came home with l’eau de poulet in the fur of their wools and brought me no chicken. I stuck my head in every grocery bag just to be sure. Then they ate. And gave me canned puree gluey stuff. While they had cheese. Melted and none for me.
Food Woes
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4 Responses to “Food Woes”
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That calls for some poops on the pillow!
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deprived of chicken AND melty cheese? that’s torture!
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bite their ankles ~
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I haven’t got enough teeth left to bite with. Come over and bite them for me?
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