"Are you starving, Bean?"

"Well, just look at my ribs. They're sticking out far too much. 

And my eyes are popping out of my head with hunger.

And my tail is working so hard it's a blur, using up my last remnants of energy."

"So would you like your supper?"

....

Bean leaps off pink and sits at attention next to her bowl, emitting quiet whining sounds.

Until...

At last...

Supper is served. 
(And is gone in 60 seconds flat.)


So another day draws to a close with this time-honoured routine. A busy one, as they all seem to be at the moment. (Roll on the end of this exam-packed week.)

I'm away to the sofa with a book...