“Breakfast was tiny!” she sulked…

 

After one full slab of Forthglade’s chicken with butternut squash, plus what was left in the cat’s tin, Loochington belched dismissively and retired to her private armchair to sulk. “Breakfast was tiny!”, she whined.

“Time for walkies and a good poo!”, I replied evasively.

I’m not falling for any of her persuasive manoeuvres this morning!