My foster mom brought this big crazy food dish in the house. She carried it in from the garage, and set it on the floor inside the house.
At first I had no idea what it was for, but then she set it down and started placing food on it. So, apparently it's a new food dish for me. Jazzy won't come near it. That's okay, when food is involved I prefer having it all to myself.
Sadly, my foster mom is not very bright. This dish has no side on it so the food falls off. Also, there's a little hole in the middle and once the food falls inside, it's impossible to reach. Even worse, when I try to get to the food sometimes I have to step on the side of the dish and it moves! Yikes!!!
The biggest challenge for me right now is how to get the food that's fallen in the middle. I know there HAS to be a way, and I know if I stare hard enough and look very closerly, I'll be able to figure it out.
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Hey Clover. My Mom made me play with one of those too, but I didn't like it. I wish we could adopt you as I'm so much like you, but Momma says I'm already a PITA. I wonder what that is. I'll keep following your story in hopes to see you find a forever home.
~Koji
Hi Koji,
I just found your post! I wish I could visit and play with you. I don't know what a PITA is either but it must mean we are very special.
Let's hear it for PITA power!!!
Love your friend,
Clover
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