She waits at our front doorstep starting at around 6 a.m. making all sorts of kitty noises while walking us to our cars with that hungry, expectant look on her face.
My dad's mission in life is to feed the hungry, and feed we shall. Only the good stuff for this kitty: Fancy Feast and Meow Mix. And on real plates, too!
But she hasn't made an appearance in a few days and has the whole family worried!
Where are you, Beyonce??
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