Kim came back from her morning jogging and asked to be let in for breakfast !
The kitchen is crowded. Pookie and Arthur meow operas and hurry to their bowls to fill in their always empty stomachs. Kim doesn't like to eat with the others or only occasionally and that's why she waits under the kitchen table. Rosie observes the whole show from far, she only eats her special dry food which is in my room ever since she had been so ill with stomach troubles.
With a (not for long) full tummy, Pookie prefers to lay down on the cold tiles, which I can't understand as she has arthritis in her back ! Mr. G. has arthritis too, but he never lays on the kitchen floor, or not yet.
I had bought a feather for Rosie, because she has become so lazy, but she showed no special interest in it and sneezed when I tickled her nose. Another toy for nothing, feathers on a bird's body would interest her more.
Arthur, always out because of the beautiful weather, walking around the neighborhood is so tired in the evenings that he lays on Mr. G's lap, despite the fact that he is only eating an apple and no chicken !
And so another week went by.
