It's Friday- the day Carlton takes over my blog. Views are his own and not necessarily, in fact, rarely, shared by the blog owner.
THE Mr and Mrs have done their big weekly shop. I didn’t know a famine of epic proportions was imminent. We seem to have enough food for a small town with enough left over for a village.
I watched as they packed everything away. ‘Thank God that’s done,’ said the Mrs as she flopped down on to a chair. The Mr put the kettle on. ‘Time for a nice cup of tea,’ he said.
But I had been watching as they stuffed item after item into groaning cupboards but hadn’t spotted any meaty chunks, salmon pate or rabbit in jelly. I jumped onto the table and into the last bag.
|WHAT! No meaty chunks? (That's not me in that picture, by the way; I am much more handsome.)|
I emerged and gave an angry meow. The Mr and Mrs looked at each other, shouted, ‘We’ve forgotten the cat food,’ simultaneously, pulled on their coats and made a dash for the door.
This was an hour ago and now I’m sitting here, tail swishing, waiting for the scatterbrained pair to return.
I am not best pleased.
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