Monday, January 08, 2007
Scoop is crashed out in the spare bed room (known in the family as Scoop's room) with his paws straight up in the air. It's official: he is a fat kitty.
Old fuzzy had a whale of a time when he came in late Saturday night eating a thin slice of roast pork, and by conning us into thinking he hadn't had proper lunch, he dived into seconds yesterday as well.
There is a tiny smidgeon left to garnish his dinner but from this point on we're officially back to proper meals. And if I know Scoop, the return to normal means he'll soon be asking when Chinese New Year is kicking in....
PS here is Scoop in bed. Just look at that fat tummy!