I just can't believe that the Parentals are out all day, we are devoid of Noms and by midday we are veritably passed out with hunger. We are shrinking before our own eyes and there is nothing we can do about it!
It's OK for the women folk here, they get to sleep in the kitchen over night and have free feed Noms, heated beds and en-suite facilities. Where as I am locked away in the confines of the office with nothing but a water bowl and a fluffy blankie. Whilst they are growing fatter, I am shrinking! It's very hard when your stomach is used to being fed 4 meals a day to have meals slashed from your diet with out word or warning. Why are they not coming home at the allotted time to feed us? It's not like they are busy or anything. We are much more important than these tenants they ramble on about. In fact, I think if we go back a year, we might even be reading a very similar story somewhere. Time to make a phone call!
I rang Cat Line today and complained that we are waif like and again the nice lady on the phone said that 3 meals a day was totally adequate and that we have access to the outdoors, various water dishes and litter trays, what more did I want? Well, I thought her rather rood, what I want is food on tap, no more measuring and weighing of Noms, free roam of the entire garden, not just 12ft of it and someone home all day to cuddle me when I feel worried. I just couldn't make her understand that we are all receiving substandard treatment in the wants and needs department. She thought I was being a bit OTT. Seriously, me, OTT - yeah right!