Don't feed me - see if I care !

Ever since all of the neighbours received the letters pushed through our doors, I've been really good and haven't fed Cyd.

The letter told us that she was really called Blu and that she had food allergies and was on a special diet. (And I'm not the only one who suspects she has a vet who spotted the family coming)

She still arrives at the sound of my car.
She still taps on the window whenever I feed Sparkie.
She still sits there looking soulful for hours.
She still turns up, clambering noisily down the apple tree whenever I'm in the garden with the macro lens, searching for a blip.

And I still haven't fed her.
(although I do own up to giving her ONE Dreamy in a moment of weakness)