Maybe I should go on a diet. Well, 'D' takes great pleasure in calling that little, bitty area that hangs down from my belly .... a purse. As if I'm going to carry a purse around with me. What in the heck would I need a purse for???
I guess calling it a 'purse', is 'D's way of telling me that perhaps I have gained a pound. He should talk! I'd say he's gained 10 pounds since I came to live in this house. Do I call his belly a purse???? No! I just match on it. I like it, it's nice and full and when I march on it, it bounces back.
Well ... now back to this diet thing. I do diet! I diet every time I go to sleep. I diet every time I take a nap.
Do they even make diet cat food? Sheesh! Cat food taste bad enough the way it is, I can only imagine what diet cat food would taste like. It would be like eating a diet chocolate bar. Take away the fat - you take away the taste.
Besides, I'm not fat - I'm fluffy - AND I have the fur to prove it.
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