Ingratitude, thy name is Felis Catus...

[desperance]

First I give them their breakfast, then I come upstairs to do an hour's work entirely for their benefit, for the better purchasing of kitty-litter and gushyfudz - and what do they do in the meantime?

Yes, that's right. The little beasts ambush the residue of last night's curry and eat all the chicken out of it. Snarl...

In other (and equally unsurprising) news, here's a happy review of Lace and Blade. Which thinks my story is all about the sex, which I don't at all, but hey. There's room for different readings.

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KeithM has taken to mewling piteously for food until I feed him. Then pushing the food all over the floor with his nose*. We have now instituted a regime of 'no clean bowl, no new food'. He hates me. Obviously.




*My error, I gave him 'Felix, as good as it looks' and I think he now expects this every mealtime and the pushing food about is his show of disappointment. A bit like me if I got a plate of cabbage when I expected steak.