Stupid Slaves on Sunday

Today, after my steak and carrot breakfast, the female slave sat down in the living room and beckoned me to sit with her. Full up and feeling rather content, I obliged and flopped onto her lap, ready for some affection.

She was quiet, and seemed a little distracted. After a few minutes of cuddling, she looked at me and whispered "Yao-Lin, I have a confession to make". My ears pricked up - what could my human slave possibly have to confess on this most serene of Sundays?

"I'm dreadfully sorry your Royal Highness" she elaborated, "but I am tired. I work full time in order to buy you the things you need (like steak!) and am also your full time slave, a duty for which I am grateful".

I didn't like the sound of this, not one bit. I stared up at her, trying to give her my most icy and disapproving glare. It obviously didn't work because she carried on talking:

"I am going away to a place called Amsterdam. Only for a few days and I have arranged for a temporary slave to take my place. Her name is Vanessa and she will be attending to your needs, although only once a day. I have left full written instructions and she understands that you require your food fresh, your water to be replaced daily and she will be happy to play with you for at least half an hour".

I continued to stare at the human with disdain as I digested this information. She then cuddled me for a few moments more before asking "Your royal Highness, do you understand that even slaves need a holiday now and then?".

At this point, I jumped from her lap and sauntered into the garden to sulk.

I have not spoken to either of the slaves since.

One is NOT amused.

Yours sulkingly

HRH Yao-Lin

xxx