From Facebook archives …
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So Fester lets the cat in and it wants food.
He gets a sachet from the cupboard under the sink, tears it open and tips it into the bowl: not easy as he has neither fingernails nor waist so bending is fun.
Cat looks at him, looks at the wet cat food and proceeds to eat the cat biscuits that have been in the other bowl all along.
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Thunderthighs has just come in to
check on the dates he has to feed next door's cats.
"Oh you were right" he says on re-reading Miss
Doozer's text message.
"You mother’s always right" says Fester.
I wish he'd remember that when he disagrees with me.
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