Hahaha you really know my cats, don’t you! They are trash cans. They eat everything. They come home with neighbor’s trash. When I bake a bread and leave it to cool down, I find it half eaten while I smell their diarea. They always act like I never feed them. Spoiled brats. And they were born in captivity, with parent born in captivity. So it’s not like they learned to survive on the streets. They have zero survival instinct.
Also, the text with the dark 3-color is on point. She’s the biggest attention whore, drama queen and diva. She eats the fastest and then tries to steal the food from her sisters. She managed to break in into the room with full bags of food by grabbing the door handle and then she managed to dig open the really thick food bags. She then started to growl to keep her sisters away from her loot, because 8kg of kibbles is not enough to share, everyone knows that.
Hahaha you really know my cats, don’t you! They are trash cans. They eat everything. They come home with neighbor’s trash. When I bake a bread and leave it to cool down, I find it half eaten while I smell their diarea. They always act like I never feed them. Spoiled brats. And they were born in captivity, with parent born in captivity. So it’s not like they learned to survive on the streets. They have zero survival instinct.
Also, the text with the dark 3-color is on point. She’s the biggest attention whore, drama queen and diva. She eats the fastest and then tries to steal the food from her sisters. She managed to break in into the room with full bags of food by grabbing the door handle and then she managed to dig open the really thick food bags. She then started to growl to keep her sisters away from her loot, because 8kg of kibbles is not enough to share, everyone knows that.
Also, I like you name :)