The cat is now a big old three here at my sea. So that makes me what? Twenty one if you go by human years like a mutt. Pat fills my gut nice and good and as well he should. Got my very own steak and Miss Priss doesn't want to partake. So I get it all to myself and chew it down at my shelf. But speaking of food I don't want to be rude. I must not neglect those I occasionally detect and also eat. They are such a yummy treat. They helped the cat grow big and strong. Not looking back on them would be wrong.
This one just gets a mention because they cause tension and I have to get that fllea stuff put on to get the blood suckers gone. So they are crap and I'm glad when they take a dirt nap.
Of course there is the typical chow like stuff from a cow. But this is what truly made the cat big and strong. I know you humans think it is just so wrong. But as I turn three I just had to give a shout to all the yummy food that helped me get this far at my sea. I still can't get that blasted bird outside in a tree. But maybe that day will come to pass while for now I sit and watch wiggling my three year old little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.