Then we bought soup; Campbell's soup. Cans were stocked away in the pantry for those recipes that call for their famous mushroom soup and the box was strewn on the table. The bed that once held a tubby tabby is empty now and I don't hear the soft little snores and purrs coming from the living-room. The kitchen holds the snoring cat and I expect I will never be able to throw this out.
Old habits die hard
...off to see what's new with the homeless Siamese kitty. Fingers crossed...