FoodLady Chronicles: Today Zisa Learned About Cats.
Dear Zisa, no.
I understand that your newest and bestest friend who makes those (gag!) delicious (disgusting!) treats in that fancy indoor sandbox is locked in the office, and you sitting in front of the gate mournfully wailing for your long lost friend would normally make me all “go play”, but you have CAT LITTER ON YOUR NOSE. So I’m beginning to think you’re only in it for the sandbox rather than the cat.
Love,
A-completely-skeeved-out-FoodLady.