So, Friday was the first full day of the new regime, and it was harsh. Three pouches only. I licked UNDERNEATH my plate I was so famished. I had to sleep through my hunger and didn't get up until midday yesterday. I had two pouches for breakfast while she get ready to go out. I heard her booking a cab for 2 in the afternoon and she went out leaving me a third pouch for tea.
She staggered back home exactly 12 hours later, falling through the front door and sopping all over me with kissy kisses. I let out the most pitiful yowl I could. I yowled and yowled and she was so upset by the noise, she dished up a big plate of beef.
Then we had cuddles and watched Strictly.
My diet lasted a whole day.
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