This is Sushi--the recycled cat who moved in from the cold, the cat someone threw away, probably because she is female and in need of a spay---
Here she is, playing with her new toy--It seems it is a hit with her-
She finally comes out from under the bed, more----has decided to still reside on the upper level of the house, with a gate up so the Germans, as in dogs , can't get her-
Himself says everyday, "This cat has to go!"---probably because she spends most of her night, sleeping on his feet---or trying to join him beside his head--
I have no great weight loss to-day-in fact the scales seems to be bouncing around---
I am trying to continue on with the exercise---watch the portions, and count the calories--
It's tough being fat you know!
I know that if I just "stick to my guns", that ol' scale will once again go down--
I know that everyday counts--
And you know what? I know too, that I don't even like ice cream anymore!---
How can that be?
My tastes have changed----
Well, it has taken, it seems like, years and years of sparking----
If I was ever told that I only had a week left in this world, my favourite food to devour, in my hour of need, would NOT be ice cream--
Wouldn't it be funny if it was --KALE?