Hi, my name is Kesia, and I have a serious problem. Yes, I'm on a diet. No, I'm not happy about it. My people say I'm not even close to starving, but I beg to differ. In fact, I just beg for food. All the time. I also watch for every opportunity for dropped food or a chance to move in on Zoe's bowl if she's eating too slow. If this isn't starving, I don't want to know what is. Today I finished off half a loaf of bread Mom left out by mistake. The other day I snatched a bag of lemon cookies off the counter - mmmmnnn, now they were GOOD! Way better than the dry egg noodles I once managed to eat a bag of all by myself... it took awhile, but they finally filled me up. Much better tasting than that dry starfish I found the other day - I didn't realize it was a 'decoration' and not a snack, really, I didn't! Anyway, to go with today's bread, I found an almost empty tuna fish can on the counter and snagged that before the cat could get to it - there wasn't much left in it, but I got every last drop of that deliciousness out of it. See - not a drop left!