Sunday Guest Star

I am exceptionally pleased to report that I am Cheysuli's Sunday Guest Star.

The reason? My comment: "Good luck tomorrow, I will be supporting you all the way. Incidentally I am rapidly running out of interesting things to say in my comments so I will simply say this: I can’t wait until tomorrow night because the neighbours always have chinese food. mm."

Cheysuli, the most impawtant politician of our time, responded thus:

"I want to hear more about the Chinese food. Are these the same neighbors who had the roast lamb? Do they invite you over or are they some sort of hunting preserve? Do tell. You have the best food resources of any cat I know!"

Well, Chey, I will now elaborate for you and all of you food loving cats out there. You know who you are.

When we moved into the new house on 1st August, I was not allowed out for weeks and weeks on end. Consequently, my only food source was the under-cooked steak and Royal Canin the human insists on feeding me. Can you say cat abuse?

As soon as I was allowed out to explore, I followed my nose, hopped over the wall and found, to my delight, a fat human family living very close by. My fat human isn't quite sure how I managed it but within minutes I came home with chips (or fries) in my jaw and proceeded to eat them on the carpet.

I quickly realised I was onto a very good thing and have, on different occasons, come home with the following:

KFC chicken
Half a loaf of bread
A roast lamb bone
Chips (or fries)
A slice of roast beef.

The human has heard a 'little yappy dog' going nuts every time I hop over the wall. She has put two and two together and concluded that I am stealing from the dog's bowl.

So there you have it! A fit and proper explanation which also contains an important moral:

If you have a royal cat, feed it properly as it will NOT show loyalty to any human who cannot cook.

Enjoy your Sunday and take notes as required.

HRH Yao-Lin xx