Chapter 19
Shirley was not a happy kitty, I hadn’t returned home last night so she hadn’t been fed since yesterday afternoon and she was not shy in letting me know it.
‘Okay, okay, I am going as fast as I can,’ I said trying to appease her as I struggled with the tin opener. She was circling my feet, her tail at full mast, her whole body shaking and emitting this pitiful mew, making me feel very guilty. Poor Jenny would be spinning in her grave; I had promised to look after her and had fallen at the first hurdle. I made a mental note to see if there was such a thing as a timed feeder, I would have to find out where the nearest pet shop was and investigate the possibilities.
With Shirley fed, her head immersed fully in the bowl, I decided that I was quite hungry too. I had had a bacon sa
