Monday, 31 July 2017
Official food taster.
I'm feeling guilty about Sydney the Cat.
I should explain that Robyn thinks I should be taking more painkillers and I don't agree. She accuses me of whinging, which is a bit unfair. It's true that I do a fair bit of sighing and even a bit of groaning now and then.
But I only get about three hours sleep a night.
She's threatened to lace my food with pills. She's even told me she was going to put morphine in my tea. She may be American and not understand the fundamental cultural importance of ' Nice Cup of Tea', but that's the final straw.
I decided to employ Sydney the Grumpy Cat as my official food taster. We don't have much of a relationship, so becoming employer/employee isn't really destroying anything important.
And Sydney would do anything for Valarian root.
Anyway today Sydney has been sick all over the house. I leave you to draw your own conclusions.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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