Cooking to feed others

Floofy is a fat cat.  Which is OK with me, because I love fat cats.  Fat cats, unlike fat humans, are cute.  She's the only cat I allow into my bedroom, because she's very well behaved usually.  Of course she has her own cat bowl in my bedroom.  A nice one, made of stainless steel.  However, the ants are wise to the fact that there is cat food there, so I can't leave food in the bowl at all times.  Ants don't usually work at night or when it rains, but when it comes to Floofy's cat bowl, the ants work 24/7.  So I only leave food in the bowl when she asks for it.  She takes a couple of pellets, then I have to put the food back in the jar.  Of course she does this over and over again throughout the day, but that's OK because I love her.  Today she got some poop tangled up with the long hairs around her butt hole again, then she chose that moment to perch herself on top of my cooler.  So I had to put her down on the floor, stick her head in my crotch and pin her down with my thighs to keep her from struggling while I pull the poop off with some toilet paper.

My Mom finally caught the flu, after everyone else had it earlier.  This put her out of action and my Dad can't cook to save his life, so I cooked some food to feed my parents.  Today I cooked fried rice for lunch, and curry pups for dinner.  And I just made rice gruel with chicken for tomorrow morning.  I took a snapshot of my portion of the fried rice I made.  I had already eaten some of it before it occurred to me that I had to take a photo, so please excuse me.  I'm still organizing my inventory in Second Life, so no snapshots of my dancing yet.

Natty, you're looking so cosmopolitan and Euro!  You're becoming so high-class.  I think it's all that globetrotting you've been doing recently.  My little girl is growing up!  **sob**  Such a beautiful girl.

Hi Pina!  Are you hungry?