Thought for food

I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for thinking of a workaround to my new dietary restrictions. Now when Mama C or Mama G transfers a cup of my dry food from the canister in which it is stored to my dish, I get a head start. I think it’s sheer genius on my part, although one has to be careful about claiming to be a genius these days, since the bar has been set pretty low.

And to think Those Two thought I wasn’t very bright when they adopted me!