FEED ME

Don't be fooled by the cuteness.

This really happens every night.
From before 8.30 every evening Mrs Bsn is exposed to Flinty terrorism.

Flinty is meant to have his 4th and final meal of the day at 9pm in fact, now I think of it, we used to feed it to him just before bed.

Needless to say he had his last dinner his way at 8:30!

Who knows what time it will be in a month? Help!