Tattle Tail Tuesday

Today, I am tattling on the human slave. If it weren't for her lack of compassion (and money), I would be full from steak and chicken. Sadly, I am fed only cat food and subsist on a diet of biscuits and wet food. Until, that is, I use my resources to scavenge the neighbour's bins:

Saturdays menu: half a tuna-mayo baguette.




And in case you were wondering, I shared with my little brother.





One must look after oneself when the the human slave is lacking in funds. And brains.

Ta ta for now


HRH Yao-Lin x

Tattle Tail Tuesday

As you are all aware, I live in a constant state of near-death starvation.

If it weren't for the food offered by the kind cats of the blogosphere, I am sure I would be just a memory by now.

So with that in mind, today's tattle is a tail of how I cope.


Yao-Lin: " Yoooowwwwwwwllllll"

Baby Mao: " Maoooooooooo"

Human slave: " No boys, I'm not going to feed you. I cooked you Alaskan Pollock this morning served on a bed of carrots. I'm afraid you will have to wait until later."

Later that day...

Human slave: " Yao-Lin - where the frick did you get that naan bread? Yuck! Stop dragging it all over the carpet!"

Yao-Lin *snigger*

Later still....

Human: " Baby Mao! Where the frick did you get that chicken? It stinks of curry! It's staining the freaking rug! Give it here! ".

The moral of the story is this: feed your cat whenever he demands. Otherwise he will steal food from the neighbours.

This story is true and represents actual events over the Easter weekend. Sadly, the slave neglected to obtain photographic evidence as she was busy cleaning up the curry stains on the carpet.

Pathetic!

Revenge is mine!


HRH Yao-Lin x