Well as you know it has concerned me somewhat that Faith's kittening room has recently been visited by a truck load of kitten feed, when there are no kittens yet. I say every time I see a box go in "YAWP" and think what in that room can be devouring all these pink boxes of noms if it's not kittens? Well here it is... the Bubba Monster!
I caught a glimpse of Faith today through the crack in the door, blimey, she's a bit tubby I thought! What has happened to my once svelt friend? I imagined in my head that Momma was feeding kittens in that room, not this, this beast! I am eternally jealous of course because I really haven't been myself and lost a little weight, only 1/4 of a K but still, for a big boy like me, it shows. But this really takes the biscuit! Here I am being starved to death and there she is eating us out of house and home and NO KITTENS! This is a joke. It's a definite call to the CatLine and have this resolved with immediate effect.
10mins later.... I have made my call to CatLine, they say nice things to me, then they ask what I am being fed and do I have access to water, fresh air, toast crumbs (well they didn't ask that) I said I got a measly two 85g tins of chicken & 70g of biscuit and anything else I can lay my tongue on. they tell me I am fine and must be suffering from anxiety - no whiskers I am! My anxiety is heightened because all that food has vanished into one cat (who is meant to love me) and she hasn't shared any under the door - she only shares her breath and reminds me what I am missing!