Jewel says, “Good morning! I know you have a bag of carrots for us—I don’t have to see them to know they are there:
Iris says, “Good morning to you, too! I’m afraid I have to report that someone (Stormy) made a poopie in our feed bin.”
Don’t worry, that cat-cops will clean it out. They might grumble, but they would never let us eat poopied-up food:
Anyway, remember Wednesday’s post?—when I said, ‘Sometimes I wish I were taller?’ I take it back! I’m glad I’m who I am, and short:
No one will ever blame me for pooping in the feed bin! 🐴