Monday, July 9, 2007

Rummaging for Food

I didn't like my tea tonight.

I know where it's kept, and tried to point out which one I wanted. (The small green bag on the left, by the way.)

But dad just wasn't listening...he's not too clever, sometimes.


Mardi said...

Poor Cleo, perhaps you should report dad the the Humane Society. Though with such a shiny coat, you really have no argument for mistreatment....

cathybest said...

Cleo Mimi Cat, that is so silly sitting in there with your food. It would be really funny if you were sitting in your bowl.