The cat that adopted me the other day instructed me to go out and get it some proper cat food - it was apparently not pleased with my offering of dry Cheerios. We are now on the back porch; me with fresh coffee in the mug and Crooner in a Stanwell, the snoozing cat with a full belly of budget kitty kibble. ::
Another cob filled from the scraps jar. The last one was so good I think I'll just make a point of emptying the jar today rather than add to what's in it already.