After your mournful pleas, I almost opened the door a tiny bit to slip a bowl of milk out to you to satisfy your hungry cries. I had to count the costs – not of the milk, that would be silly – just pennies –well, maybe more since organic milk has taken up residence in our refrigerator. I had to consider the toll you feline creatures take on my eyes, nose and throat. Your loving appreciation causes tears, snot and wheezing. Then I would have to take a Benadryl and then a long nap. Hmm, the nap sounds nice. The throat constriction doesn’t.
No, I will not come out and rub your belly
