I am not particularly fond of the hospital food. It does not taste as good as the food you eat at home. I wish I was a better cook, then my imaginary friend Ruth and I could make some muffins for my owner.

I remember when my owner had a major surgery and could not eat solid food for four weeks. All she did was to wish she could eat pizza. It was pizza talk every day, but all she got was mashed potatoes and mashed meat with lots of sauce. That did not taste like pizza at all and she pouted the whole time.

After the four weeks had gone, the first thing my owner asked for was pizza. The nurses felt so sorry for her so they fixed her some pizza for dinner. That was very nice of them. I did steal some pepperoni, but my owner slapped my hand because she wanted to eat the whole pizza on her own. She really gets grumpy when she is hungry!