It wins every time, doesn’t it?
I am in week four of trying to behave when it comes to eating habits but damn it – temptation wins out every time. Did I really need the Caramello bar that I just inhaled??? Did I even want it??? NO, but hey – its to help out the youth basketball league so who can say “No”???
And then there’s that cute little Girl Scout who rang the doorbell that I ordered three boxes of cookies from. Could I have ordered one or two? Of course but they, too, were for a good cause so why not.
And could I help it when an hour later, two more Girl Scouts showed up on my doorstep selling cookies, that I had to buy even more? “You’re the second ones to ring my bell today,” I said, “so I’m only going to buy one more box.” “Okay,” they said, “thank you.” Then I proceeded to order two more boxes because, hey, they were out their on this bitter cold winter day just trying to raise money for a good cause.
Fortunately, I have not yet reached this point:
Poor Winston! (no, that’s not my cat but at the rate Shadow’s going, he best learn to beat temptation, too!)
We had to take the plastic part of our cat door off because George could not fit through it. He is just big boned though.
The picture makes me think of my cat Danny Mittens – he’s a giant among cats – maybe it’s because he’s a polydactyl. I am about to buy a larger catflap because the one we have is a bit of a squeeze for him. Or maybe a small dog flap would be better.