A certain coolness reigns in the Grumpyberry household of late. It relates to Violet Crumbleruff's diet. It seems that at around exactly the same minute that Grumpy picked up a 40-pack of Snappy Tom at the shops("It was on sale!"), she decided that the only stuff she wants to eat from now on is Whiskas.
I can't say I blame her. I've opened packet after packet of that Snappy Tom and it really does come out as the most awful, grey, gelatinous sludge. I'd like to see Grumpy's reaction if something similar landed on his plate. Huh.
No, wait, he has been eating my cooking, hasn't he??
Anyway...I have a bit of a soft-spot for the old VC so I bought her some Whiskas on my way home. Grumpy was determined - determined - that she eat all that great value Snappy Tom before she get back to any decent food. But Grumpy was out for her mealtime and I felt she needed a little morale booster. When he came home he said, "Boy, she sure enjoyed her meal tonight. There's not a skerrick left."
"Yairs. Fancy that."
"What flavour was it?"
"Whiskas."
1 comment:
I see the problem here. She's not a Tom, is she.
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