Alfred wasn't really staring at the wall.
He was put out as he wasn't getting food.
You see we feed Alfred twice a day and he was hoping for a third feed.
I hate to admit it, but I relented and gave him a little bit more.
I hope that extra bit of food translates in an extra bit of Mao love.
Probably not though.
He only has eyes for my husband. And the wall.
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