Every morning I let Vitamin out of her “cell” to eat her daily bucket while the others are left behind.  All seven of them.

And afterwards, Vitamin strolls off to enjoy the thick lush grass for the day.  She doesn’t even look back.  She doesn’t care (and I don’t blame her after how they hounded her for wearing a rug).

Meanwhile, the others are not happy and I have to listen to how they are all starving, have nothing, yada yada yada and I don’t care, either. Look at me.  This is me not giving a damn!

So the not-so-magnificent-seven mooch about all day saying this while I ignore it because I am apparently heartless and cruel.

And still Vitamin has not looked back.

That old lady has work to do, food to eat.  Fair enough.

Anywho, on my way home, I turned to see this and thought to myself “go ahead, punk, make my day!”

They know and I know they know because they watched me putting it there!  So sadly my day was not made and they are not punks….. yet!