1000 words of summer – day 12

1000 words of summer – day 12

”Fiddles, I’m sorry!” I said, as Fiddles hopped up to their mat on the counter. The food spot. I pressed the button on the food dispenser, signalling it to release into the bowl. Fiddles dug in, meowing at me in annoyance, around crunching mouthfuls. Their meows quickly shifted to happy purrs. Yay. I was possibly forgiven, I thought, patting their back with a little rub. 

Ramona Strange
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