Thursday, April 4, 2013

Feed Me(ow), Seymour

Anyone who lives with a cat knows they're certainly precious creatures. I love mine, but every now and then I wonder who's the truly the master and who is the pet?

It's one of those mornings where I was rudely awakened with a slap to the face with a furry paw; then fetching "meow."

Translation: Get your arse outta bed and come feed us. Never-mind there's dry food out, we want the canned stuff.


This is what being a loving owner means....

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