A PICTURE OF INNOCENTS
Look into my eyes, not around the eyes, but in the eyes - FEED ME!
It's started again, the Sunday smell, the beginnings of YAWPING. This morning instead of listening to the kitchen noises, I am the kitchen noises... The Parentals dared to have a lay in and this was all due to the Bubba carrying Faith sleeping in with Momma, because Momma has been very poorly (not that she will admit it) and is sleeping apart from ManSlave so as not to infect him with her bugs. Faith, because she has food on tap in the bed chambers is not squeeking at 7.30am and bashing the door down with her paws - so in short, we have been left to starve until 8.30am! This is when my kitchen noises ensued... I started by knocking over a mug into the sink (did they hear that?) Then, I flicked the pan lid from last nights carrot & mash and had me a rather rancid lick of dried potato (did they hear the pan lid?) I then jumped onto the top of fridge and knocked all the magnets off (did they hear that?) and then, my final crescendo - a 'big' go in the litter tray (did they smell that?) Well, the tray thing always gets them up as my unique smell drifts under the door and into their weary nostrils, awakening their senses!
Hark! What is this object on our worktops? I did not see it before and it is moving and dare I say SPYING on us - we have IT in our midst, eat your heart out George Orwell. IT is in our home and has seen all the bad things I have done and now IT is laughing at me and telling me I am a bad kitty and IT follows me around the kitchen and I can't escape.... Oh yes I can, I can hide in the litter tray, IT can't see me in there.
5mins later: GASP! OK I relent, I can't hold my breath any more ::stagger out of cat loo:: The smell is over whelming, IT watches me and IT is laughing.
This is no good, I am going to have to go and face IT and plead. IT zooms in on my face - I give IT a big 'I am starving' look and hey presto the door opens and I am swept up into Momma's laughing arms as we stagger to the back door to let the fresh air in.
So with IT watching our every move, what's in it for me? Well I have discovered that if I stare at the Android Phone, I can zoom in on the Roast Dinner with out having to leave my spot! Now - what time shall I commence YAWPING?
Look into my eyes, not around the eyes, but in the eyes - FEED ME!
It's started again, the Sunday smell, the beginnings of YAWPING. This morning instead of listening to the kitchen noises, I am the kitchen noises... The Parentals dared to have a lay in and this was all due to the Bubba carrying Faith sleeping in with Momma, because Momma has been very poorly (not that she will admit it) and is sleeping apart from ManSlave so as not to infect him with her bugs. Faith, because she has food on tap in the bed chambers is not squeeking at 7.30am and bashing the door down with her paws - so in short, we have been left to starve until 8.30am! This is when my kitchen noises ensued... I started by knocking over a mug into the sink (did they hear that?) Then, I flicked the pan lid from last nights carrot & mash and had me a rather rancid lick of dried potato (did they hear the pan lid?) I then jumped onto the top of fridge and knocked all the magnets off (did they hear that?) and then, my final crescendo - a 'big' go in the litter tray (did they smell that?) Well, the tray thing always gets them up as my unique smell drifts under the door and into their weary nostrils, awakening their senses!
Hark! What is this object on our worktops? I did not see it before and it is moving and dare I say SPYING on us - we have IT in our midst, eat your heart out George Orwell. IT is in our home and has seen all the bad things I have done and now IT is laughing at me and telling me I am a bad kitty and IT follows me around the kitchen and I can't escape.... Oh yes I can, I can hide in the litter tray, IT can't see me in there.
5mins later: GASP! OK I relent, I can't hold my breath any more ::stagger out of cat loo:: The smell is over whelming, IT watches me and IT is laughing.
This is no good, I am going to have to go and face IT and plead. IT zooms in on my face - I give IT a big 'I am starving' look and hey presto the door opens and I am swept up into Momma's laughing arms as we stagger to the back door to let the fresh air in.
So with IT watching our every move, what's in it for me? Well I have discovered that if I stare at the Android Phone, I can zoom in on the Roast Dinner with out having to leave my spot! Now - what time shall I commence YAWPING?
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