The night before last I wasn’t very hungry when dad put out dinner, so I didn’t go over and eat anything.
This turned out to be a big mistake.
Dad and mum fretted for a while and then picked me up and syringe-fed me that nasty “critical care” stuff and rubbed my tummy. Ugh! I was so mad I started chewing on the towel they put me on!
Eventually they put me back down. They said that I need to eat or else I’ll get sick. I guess I’d better at least take a token bite of my dinner every night, in case they do this again. Geez!!!