Yep, I’m thinking with my tummy again. I don’t have time to write the next chapter in my novel cause the servant is about to serve me Salmon – even tho he doesn’t know it yet. He’ll crisp up the skin for me in the fry pan, then lightly cook the Salmon to just how I like it.
Sure he’ll get some but my drop-dead gorgeous looks and sad eyes when I need something will win him over. And if that doesn’t work I’ll just nip his ankles and MEOW very loudly.
So you’ll have to wait till next week for some cat prose, oh and I can’t be arsed writing cause I haven’t secured my usual 18 hours sleep for the day.