It has been almost a month since I have had to work for my food. This is ridiculous. I feel foolish. I have tried to hide the ball under furniture, behind plants, and downstairs. I was hoping my people wouldn't find it and would revert to the bowl, but to no avail. The people keep finding it. I've run out of ideas. I am a strong and dignified cat. I cannot keep pushing this ball around with my nose. I'd rather swim.
To make matters worse, since I am brilliant, and have figured out how to open the timed food bowl, my people are no longer using it. Now all my food is given in two courses in the damn ball.
Oh God, why must they torture me in this way?!
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