Just another manic Monday here at the Maystar house.  The Parentals left the house at the god earthly hour of 6am.  Where have they been, no one knows.  All I know is that I waited on the bedroom windowsill from 9am until 2pm, where they saw me waiting and were making cooing noises at me.  They then, didn't come in, but went across the road to the neighbour!  It was them who told the Parentals that I had been waiting that long.  I was fed this morning, but being early it just made my tummy rumble all day.  They have now returned home and are talking of taking Faith for a long ride out.  I am wondering in my mind if this has anything to do with me praying that she 'stops sitting on my head'.  I am also wondering if, because of her presumed absence, does that mean I get more fish for supper?  I am also wondering who I am to snuggle up to at night as she is my bed partner... when she is not 'sitting on my head'.

Well I need to get the Parentals attention now, my stomach is about to implode due to lack of sustenance. It's no good, I am fading away to nothing!

Bye for now

S

They sleep.  TomFun and ManSlave are taking it easy this Fathers Day with a light snooze after breakfast.  Together they make a formidable pair of snoozers.  Well TomFun did have everyone up at 6am, so I suppose they are entitled to the odd cat nap.  I, on the other hand can't sleep now as the sun is trying to break free of the clouds and make an appearance.  Us Sun Worshipers must dedicate ourselves to our divine orb at least once a day - even if it never makes an apperance!  Face South and hope for the best!  Now talking of South, I am looking at my waist line today and see that it has grown a little after the excess of party food yesterday.  Mr.Zeus turned 4! We were all made a special 'fish cake' each with a candle and little fish shaped biscuits, oh they were nommy!  But you know the smell of the Sunday roast in the oven now is making my tummy rumble and I can feel the pounds falling away whilst I hunger for a lick of the juices.  It will be hours of course on a slow cook and in that time I will work my self into a mad frenzy and wind everyone up so much, they always give me a little piece to shut me up...suckers!  Well, I can't gabble on forever, I have a roast dinner to down stare...  I see you in your warm and well lit little room and if I could just figure out how the door opens, you will be mine, all mine.   Until then, I shall use my thoughts of purrrsuasion and.... 'will' it out!

Yours truly King Slinky

Sunday thought: Never eat soap. It might smell like Avocardo... but it sure don't taste like Avocardo!

Mr. Zeus from Maystar Devon rex is 4 today - join us in celebrating his Birthday!