She doesn't want fresh food.
She doesn't want water.
She doesn't want chicken.
She doesn't want inside.
She doesn't want outside.
She doesn't want cheese. Or at least not
that cheese.
I can't figure out what she wants.
Oh. She wants me to sit on the couch and whine to eljay so she can shed on me. Silly me.
I miss the dogs. Great big galumphing simple creatures.
I'd post a pic of the ancient creature if Mark had one. She's a tuxedo cat. There are whole websites devoted to color photos of black and white cats. The Internet is a marvel.
This is a great way to avoid working on my book. I bet you already know that.