Sun, diet and knitting
I licked my lips at the sound of cat food falling into my bowl. I sniffed the food, paused, then sniffed again. Could it be? Yes, it could. Low fat cat food. The cheek! I, of course, refused to eat such insulting food. I do not need to go on a diet! “The Knitter” just raised her eyebrows and continued to knit her next masterpiece. Something to do with a cupcake pin cushion apparently. As if I care, I mean, diet cat food? Seriously?
I was horrifyed at the new diet cat food
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