Food Woes

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. 

4 Comments »

  1. divakitty said

    That calls for some poops on the pillow!

  2. deprived of chicken AND melty cheese? that’s torture!

  3. bite their ankles ~

  4. valderbar said

    I haven’t got enough teeth left to bite with. Come over and bite them for me?

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