Evening Bee

[etumukutenyak]

This evening, BT had finished all of this morning's offerings, but before she would even touch her dinner, she required pettings.

"PET ME. NOW. MORE. AGAIN."

I had no choice. I scritched her neck, her ear, her chin, her shoulders until she leaned so far over she was lying down.

And then, she was ready to eat.

Everyone else stuck their faces into their fud as fast as I could get the spoon out of the way.

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[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Most of the time, my cats are fine with the cold leftovers, although Brady and BT can get picky. In those situations, I mash up the fud or add some water to it.