Eating Cats

Of course we eat. We eat every day. He fills our dishes when we get low on kibbles. We are not in danger of missing any meals, and neither are He and She. Today, though, She felt like She had to get some new food, and so She went to the store. Kasey and I don't care for sweet things, and neither does He. Do you know who loves sweet things? She does. She practically floated home when She found a box with a really lot of ice-cream things for a very low price. Since they are already measured out, She is not in danger of eating too much at a time. Most of the things She eats are kind of measured out, so except for those cookies, She can eat right. We help Her with that. That is why we are eating cats.
She got a call today from an old friend, and She was on the phone so long that I almost didn't get to write my story. I had to climb all over Her to get Her off the phone. She likes to talk to old friends, though. Plus She is very happy that Her beloved Crones will meet this week, and so will Her beloved Thinking people. I'll give you a report when those meetings happen. For now I will just tell you that when She goes to the store, She comes home very knackered. I guess I'm getting old, Cofs, She tells me. Kasey and I laugh when She says that. Getting old? No kidding. Well, TaTa for now.