I'm making dinner, or trying really. I cannot physically touch the fridge without Charlie coming too. He might not know much, but by god, that fat cat knows where food comes from.
Chicken, turkey, cheese, yoghurt... all favorites. But anything will do. Carrots?... he wants some. Soy milk?... wants it. Olive oil from the cupboard?... gotta be for him. Salt?.. mmm yes please. Seriously this cat must think anything and everything is for him. The howling and yowling begins and he runs rings around my feet (secretly trying to kill me?) and most of the time you just give him some even when its a tomato, just to make him shut the hell up!!! Funnily enough, he actually eats more than he turns his nose up at. Aiding and abetting? I think so. But you try saying no and see how you go.
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