Dear readers,
I have not been feeling as well as I should. It appears that I have some kind of malfunction in my nether regions. I was taken to the Shoppe of Horrors and put on a special diet.
I do. Not. Like. It.
I have attempted to explain this, but the Hoomans are apparently unable to understand. At least they occasionally put tuna on top to make it palatable. Barely.
In the mean time, I shall ignore the “bed” that was placed on my chosen sleeping quarters. I want to be closer for proper scritches.