Our given words at 3 Word Wednesday this week are Misery, privilege and stale.
I don’t know how she put up with him. He was such a misery. He was either asleep in a chair or wandering around the house or garden looking bored.
He led such a privileged life. She looked after him hand and foot. Food was put in front of him whenever he wanted it. Sometimes he would just sniff it and walk away as if it was stale or inedible.
One day he just disappeared. Where he went she had no idea. He’ll probably return.
Cats are like that, aren’t they?