Do you know I can wrap GG around my little paw nail (watch out! It’s sharp!)…? Figuratively miaowing, of course.
Take this dawning. First of all, I snuck in from my nocturnal adventuring to find a reasonable helping of kibble in my bowl. Heaved a sigh, but munched it.
Then I miaowed down the passage. GG got out of bed and came to give me scratchies and coo, “Good morning, Fred, my lovely one” in the way she does. I coaxed her into the kitchen by leading the way.
“Would you like some yogurt?”
That, I classify as a rhetorical question.
After consuming the teaspoonful of organic, plain flavour, I licked my chops and headed out again… until I sensed GG in the kitchen getting her own kibble, which she calls granola. Not much diff, would you say?
Miaow for now!
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