My mom is a bad Mom. I’ve been watching her park the car and open the front door, and it’s taken at least three minutes. Doesn’t she know there’s a starving cat inside, waiting to be fed? I mean, really. Where are her priorities?
No food. Those fun little mice which smell so good have no meat on them. Even these feathery things aren’t any good to eat. Believe me, I’ve tried.
Starving cat alert. But go on without me. Save yourselves.