Today I have had five meals. I started with a breakfast of tuna, then had some chicken, then ordered second helpings of the chicken, then finished the tuna then had some nice shredded chicken breast. If I go on like this, I won't be able to fit under her bed any more.
I found some time to lie on the sofa, on top of my bird. She fidgets a bit and always wants control of the remote. When I woke up all bleary she said: you were snoring, fat boy. Something to do with the meals she dishes up.
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