I crept in the other night and got caught again. Couldn't find my back out and there was no food on offer. Sometimes they just don't know how important it is to get food first. Not happy with the portion size so I'll have to sort that out with the management. Had to wait until supper time for more food. Dad would get up then Mum. They would both shuffle papers, put the kettle on and do all sorts of tiny activities, but still no supper! I kept going to our apartment door and peered in to glance at the dinner table, but still nothing in the bowls. I did this several times and it got quite boring. For a long time I stared at Dad with hungry thoughts. He just looked at me and then turned back to the TV. I decided to take root in the apartment even though it was dark. If I stayed close to the door I could either escape or be first at the table. I was miles away thinking of Rielle Hunter and John Edward when Dad peered around the door and went BOO! I nearly shit myself! It really made me jump so I gave him this feeble strained hiss that wouldn't scare a leaf. He really made me jump. So when I had my supper I did a real big smelly poo in the tray. Only thing is I forgot the tray is in our apartment so it wasn't too pleasant for a while!
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