When the can-openers have their food, sitting at the table, I have to be right there. One chair is just for me. I only don’t understand why they don’t feed me then.
They should know meanwhile! Sometimes they treat me like a cat, like that little grey one, that doesn’t know that you lick the fork, nor does it know how to be hand fed.
That grey one let allways drop what it gets offered, and then it eats from the floor, eiishh.
Food doesn’t belong onto the floor!
May be I have to give these two-legged can-openers another hint, that they finally get it and treat me right.
Nice sunshine today, but to indulge in sunbathing I need my beach towel.
Hopefully they get it now!