Spencer screamed for breakfast at 7am. She was at Sister S's room, but after some serious singing and Sister S was still comatose, Spencer moved to my room. I gave her some wet food, but she was not satisfied until she saw the biscuits.

Hat came at 8am but I was still in bed. He left, and sang mournfully to announce his departure.

BH2 and Auntycat were around.

Last night Sister S commented that Spencer looks slimmer. It is possible, as we had been on the diet for 26 days now, and Spencer has a bit of exercises, normally kick-bite with her old socks in the morning, and ribbon chase at night.

But Spencer is trying all means and ways to eat more. Either by finishing her biscuits all at one go and demanding more, or pinching from the biscuit bowl meant for the strays when we were watching TV or on the PC.