I’m feeding a friend’s cats while she’s out of town. This evening when I was there, I turned my back for 20 seconds, and before I knew it, my dinner of french fries was scattered all over the kitchen floor and he was lickin’ his chops. It was like a deep-fried episode of wild kingdom.
Now that’s gratitude for you.
I can’t belive Grandpa Zack would do such a dreadful thing!