Stretching out on Forest Hill's favourite table. Shadow does eat from the table. She likes sausages and beef burgers. That's the only human food she eats.
This is not real Marino wool dad? Are you tryimg to pull a swifty again? This is just another jacket you bought from The $2 Shop. It's failed my quality control.
Sorry dad. This table is taken. Maybe we should go shopping for a table for you dad. It seems unfair that the cat has a table and her owner has no table. I mean c'mon dad, we need to eat as a family.
Whooooo hooooo. It's 4.20pm daddy. The coffee table is all yours now. If you could put some Bob Marlee on and raise the Jamaican flag out the front, then lets cruise through the afternoon together. The cat table is all yours..
Taking the time to reflect on how spoilt little Shadows life has been. She litterally has her own butler on-call 24/7. Shadow gets everything that she only has to think about. The two of us are connected on a spiritual wavelength.
Shadow must do a thorough check of every box that comes inside her house. She has an overwhelming urge to jump inside boxes and in bags. She also loves leather and denim jeans (if you want her on your lap).
