Sunday, on her way home from the St. B's picnic, the keeper pulled into the farmer's market and picked up several flats of blueberries. She has to go to the market because she only harvested 6 blueberries from the bush in the yard. She does this every summer. She is a bit like a squirrel we think. She freezes all the berries on cookie trays and then packs them all in quart bags and will eat them in the morning all through the year until blueberry season 2012. We hear they are good for us. We tried them. We did not like them. She tried to trick us with that dry salmon cat food with dried blueberries mixed in. No deal. We are carnivores.
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