Momma continues to feed me and I am happy with my lot... Faith listens from the stairs, she is waiting for Momma to fetch her. There she sits.... waiting. If Momma goes to get her, she hops up a step and squeaks. Up another step and squeak... then she races the full flight, around the bend and into the kitten room where she squeaks, runs to the other side of the bed, then jumps on it, lays on her back and purrs... cheeky beast!
Momma then picks her up and puts her over her shoulder and pats her bottom. She purrs more. Momma tells her she is a funny girl...Faith purrs loudly. Taken to her food basket, zipped in, she eats happy for a few minutes and then she promptly unzips the carrier herself and hops out.. squeaking. she hasn't finished of course and wants Momma to watch her eat. 'EAT' Momma says in a stern voice, another squeak, and she consumes the rest of her breakfast.
This takes me back to when Uncle Paul was looking after us and I watched him feed Faith 'by hand', steamed fishy. Really, there is no end to her wiley ways. If I was to be that demanding, Lillibet the vacuum would have scoffed my Noms... you have to be quick around here with the chocolate wee Beastie around!