Today at work I decided I wanted Tuna Helper for supper.  Somehow, I think the cat knew it from the minute I walked in the door.  He was all lovey to me and rubbing up on me.  Then when I started to gather the ingredients, I think he was going to jump on the counter to help me cook.  Or maybe he just wanted the tuna.  But of course, once the husband gets home, he ignores his feeder. 

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