Kitty's Conundrum
There’s something strange going on. I’ve worried about it a lot lately, churning things over in my mind. The first hint that something was wrong came the evening I found Tony and Jill dancing in the kitchen, and no sign of my dinner. I sat by my dish in case they didn’t realize the time, but they carried on dancing. I rubbed up against Jill’s legs, purring as loud as possible, but still they ignored me. I’m no whiner, but in the end, I resorted to meowing. It worked wonders. Dinner arrived before I had time to clean my paws. I love when they feel guilty; I always get a bigger portion.Read more »
