The lady who looked after me when Mealticket left me home alone came round yesterday. I heard them talking about the most interesting thing in their lives:
'Thank you so much for looking after Marley for me'
'Oh, it was no trouble. Erm... he DOES eat a lot doesn't he?'
'Yes, he has quite a healthy appetite'
'Twice as much as my cats eat'
'Gosh. That much. Really?'
'Yes. And that drool...'
'Oh, I know. He can't help that. Still handsome though isn't he?'
There was an awkward silence. I heard Mutton clear her throat. And a pin dropped somewhere.
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