Monday, September 14, 2009

Poor kitty

Ever feel like you're taken for granted? I do, because of my cat. She mostly stays in the finished basement, occasionally gracing the 1st floor with her presence, and rarely the 2nd floor if she's really desperate.
While I was at home, of course, I was the one who fed her most times, but now that we are both working, it's either or. That doesn't stop her from telling me that she's out of food even right after my husband has fed her. Emma just assumes that I am there to feed her.

Another kitty trying to get fed:

Good Boy, Gonzo. It's ok; it all turns out alright for the pigeon.

More to come, so come back if you're interested.

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