Ah, I have to hurry! Busy day! Anyway, Floofy is turning into a real spoiled brat cat. She can't eat dry cat food anymore, so I make her own fish smoothies. AND she gets 3 meals a day, while the others get only 2. AND she aggressively attacks my food, even while I'm still trying to cook it. She has become quite stout, so she can easily beat up her daughters and poor Chee Cheah. So I have to lock her up in the kitty litter room while everyone else eats.
"Don't eat their food, Floofy. You have your own food. That cat food plugs you up and almost killed you the last time."
"Hiss!"
What am I going to do with her? I love her so much, I can't deny her anything! I hope you're not like that, Erin. Please don't eat their food. Please don't beat them up.
Wow, men's clothing Natty! There's no way you could look like a man. You're too dainty and pretty.
Hi Pina! Any more marriage proposals?
