This morning at breakfast I had a mouthful or so of Tuna and then went out for a stroll. When I came back, I discovered that Fat Target, the one who claims to be Senior Cat, ate his breakfast - AND FINISHED MINE!!!
So I need more breakfast.
I'll make you a deal. You can pet my tummy and pay me in Tuna. With sauce. And those little Slivers Of Crab. Pet me because my tummy is Purrfect and I am furry hungry.
Oh, and the Pet has a new book out. The Mule is all about Cleo, a pole dancer who finds love in Colombia. I think Cleo has a nice tummy but it's not furry so I don't think anyone will give her tuna to pet it. Just saying...
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