“Pinot’s lost weight
again, hasn’t he?” my dad said, and went on: “We don’t want him to waste away,
do we?”
My mum threw away my
old dry food and opened a new package, and said: “I think it’s much better. Mmm,
good smell, whet his appetite!”
Thank you, Dad and
Mum!
I’ll eat more, and
give you a lot of love. I’m 13 next year, and that feels still all right.
“By the way, Dad,
you’ve put on weight, haven’t you?”
“How dare you, Pinot!
Look at your Giraffe!”
The Giraffe – my
scrach post – looks smart today with new ropes coiled around his long legs. As the old ones
were really worn-out due to my exercise with them – miserable! Thanks to my dad, he has
beautiful legs today. Now I can stretch myself upwards and sharpen my claws
easily.
Ah, I’m getting hungry.
That’s a good sign. Don’t worry, Dad and Mum!
I have a good appetite
today.
Yum-yum …
