The woman-in-the-room opened up another can of food. It must be for me. *slurping down his second can of cat food in an hour* Yummy. Too bad there's not enough food for Chloe. However, she snoozes, she loses. If she wants to hide, I will eat up all the food, and she won't get any. And I will say neener, neener on her, because it's her fault we're still in prison. The woman-in-the-room would let me out of here if it weren't for that scared sisfur of mine!

Love,
Baxter McChew-La