 This is George. Sixteen years old, shiny black fur, very handsome, nice and round belly, smooth movements. He moved in around four months ago, a thin raggedy cat. Most of the time he was fed cat biscuits, now he dines on an assortment of raw heart, the butcher's pet bits, chicken gibbets and other niceties. Cat biscuits only every now and then, when there's nothing else in the house.
After only two months he looked healthy and wealthy and life is good (apart from that puppy dog with the high pitched voice, that dog needs some good scratches across the nose!@$) The take away message is: you will look as good as George if you stop eating biscuits - I mean human biscuits not cat biscuits. Human biscuits come in all shapes and sometimes in colours and are called cereals. I don't suggest that you eat raw meat for breakfast, but maybe some scrambled eggs, real bread (see the sourdough brick) and real butter (not the stuff which comes in a tub - even if it costs a dollar more - you want to look as good as George after all!). Written by Nicola Bludau. Comments are closed.
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