No one touches my pizza, man nor beast, not this week. The cats can get their own if they can figure out how to dial the delivery with their little tiny paws.
In fact, I can predict the future. At the end of this week, I will be enjoying pizza, cheese or cheese with veggies. I have had a head cold for almost two weeks and now that it is almost gone, I can have my pizza. Last week, I was- how shall I say this delicately- a mucus factory so I had to make do with wings and things
This week Mama takes herself out for pizza, a guilty pleasure I like to enjoy alone. Hey I don't bother them when they're eating their cat food. And I leave the cats alone too. Ba dum dum.