I had gone into the kitchen to make a cuppa T and put the dishwasher on.
Human in kitchen, must be feed-again.
“Meow” the sweet sound of encouragement.
To which I reply…
“Yes, I know, we’ve had this conversation. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”
From the other room, my mum laughs.
Today I was describing to another friend with cats and that Jamima has been very fussy lately with her food. I describe it as ‘she’s’ trying to get her bikini body back again.
Then I stated she needs to accept for both of us, our bikini bodies are behind both of us.
There is no going back.