Here I am at my meal place near the dresser. I could stand on the other side, which would give me more room, but I often like to stand in the middle on my placemats. Dinner tonight is my usual bowl of dental crisps, another bowl of my neutered young male crisps and a serving of premium jelly style cat food. Sometimes I prefer gravy, sometimes jelly. It is hard for Lynettea to know.
‘Do you think I am a mind reader, Sasha,’ she says.
But she is backward at learning cat language.
Although I was anxious for her to fill my plates, I take several bites, lick jelly off the top and then spring on the sink.
