Dougy’s pretty sure I’m eating something kitty boys like. He demands I let him smell my fingers!
“OK, buster, whatcha eating?” Dougy meows, and I hide the cheese puffs from him while he’s not looking. (I shouldn’t eat them, either…!)
“Hey Dougy! Don’t go away mad, just go away,” I taunt, using the childhood family taunt sure to PO a saint!