the power of the biccie

My darling Boo was very fond of a particular kitty treat. To the point he looked like he was lampooning the adverts of kitties bursting through plaster walls.

Well Mr Carlo is almost as fond. Today he was given his flea pill, and was very put out. I managed to cajole him somewhat now by a trail of biccies from the balcony through the window.

And after all that shaking of the baggie? Mr Ginger Fluff meows to let me know my bedroom door was not open. It gets the evening sun and he quite likes to warm up there.

But he too is enamoured of the treats.  He most certainly heard the shaking and realised where I was.

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