I haven’t thrown up on my new diet of fresh roast chicken. I have to keep an eye on the food bowl if I feel in the least hungry so Lynettea will get the idea to put some more chicken in it. I am only to have small quantities at a time.
She isn’t up to much and certainly no walks of any length. I hope she is able to manage to get to the hot chicken shop on the corner of the street, which is not so far away. She even gets tired just sitting down. I get tired too, but I lie down, preferably somewhere a bit cosy. I think she should lie down more as it would be of more benefit. She needs to get well to go hunting in the SUPERMARKET FOREST. I certainly could not manage to push a trolley down the aisles and Lynettea says the counter staff might laugh at me if I was to take supplies to the counter. The world is a cruel place if people laugh at cats who are only trying to help.
And it is raining.
