Oh Dear

She gave Myself unidentifiable meat chunks in gravy for breakfast. Not Nice. Reminded Myself of the probable taste of TB's Throwing Shoe which prompted an invitation to the poor beagle (only ever gets dry biscuits) to drop by for a snack.

Have never, ever seen TB quite as excited. Every single inch of it was either wagging or shivering in anticipation. Dribbling too. (Rather a pathetic sight though Myself refrained from any comment) Hoovered up the lot and then chased My bowl (antique Royal Lily pattern by Royal Worcester. Dated around 1880. So entirely appropriate for a Kitty of such Superior Breeding. In view of TB's cousin winning Best of Breed at Crufts was perfectly happy to let it use it. On this one occasion) around the music room trying to clean it completely.

Finally TB sat down and smiled. Gave Myself a lovely warm feeling that I had been so generous as to offer My breakfast.



Then TB was sick. Everywhere. Oh dear.