So, at half time in the West Ham match I thought I could maximise my downtime by demanding an early tea. 'You've already had two big fat pouches today, Marley' she said to me. But she dished it up anyway - chicken. Then I heard her say under her breath 'you are going to get a big fat pouch yourself if you are not careful'.
Oh ha bloody ha.
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The diaries of a middle-aged cat, following his release into the community after a short spell in the cats' home.
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