Poor Pogo. I have none of his canned cat food to offer. I ran out yesterday, so today he has had to make do with ham lunch meat, leftover turkey and even a bit or two of dressing. Of course he acts like a martyr because he cannot have his regular food. I will make an effort to get out tomorrow and get the poor starving kitty some food. I am sure Satchmo would share his dry food. Nope, not good enough for his highness. (No kitty was harmed in the telling of this tale, though it was tempting.)
I slept most of the day and I easily could go back to bed.
When did I become a crazy old lady?
Later, Dude.
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