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Day 27

When I sat at the glass pane of the front door and gazed out across the driveway I saw Mikey-Mike bimble through the lavender hedge to his bowl by the gate to partake in the scraps from the kitchens at Tom Cat Towers. I notice that he is looking a little thinner than normal and remarked on this to Willi Whizkas, who gave me quite a quizzical gaze before asking why I thought it was that a credit crunch cat was losing weight.

I simply had no ideas float into my bimbo air-head to answer this conundrum. Wills then informed me that it was my entire fault. Mikey-Mike survives on scraps. Whatever we cats or humans leave at meal times is put out into the bowl marked ‘Dog’ for Mikey-Mike by the gated entrance to Tom Cat Towers and he takes his chance with any other cat who comes for a free feed.

However as I have been snorking down the new kibbles, the wastage here at Tom Cat Towers has gone down considerably, thus there is not so much for Mikey-Mike. In the past I have been quite a Princess Picky Pants and food has been wasted as I have turned my nose up at a variety of offerings. Mikey-Mike’s waistline has expanded greatly since he adopted my Maid as his lady friend. He calls twice a day to vocally declare his utter love for her!

But in no way am I sharing my new kibbles, no matter how hard up Mikey-Mike may be.

He will just have to tighten his belt.

Maid’s version

One good thing about these kibbles is that Dumpty can’t get enough of them!

I have started to buy extra food for Mikey-Mike, my gentleman caller. He is such a nice cat, I feel so sorry for him.