Hooray for soup

When The Servants eat something they think I might like, I invariably get a little taste once they've finished eating. (I'm lucky like that.)

Today, I was especially lucky because Mrs Servant had mushroom soup for lunch and Mr Servant had tomato soup. I think both are delicious. In fact, if I had to choose between the two for yumminess, I'd be really hard pushed.

Well, maybe tomato soup because any tomatoey thing is yum, yum, yummy. Or maybe the mushroom if it's CREAM of mushroom soup. I'm fairly indecisive when it comes to things like this, so just as well I was able to have both.

Unceremoniously treated

I know I have to be cajoled to go out when it's cold, but I definitely didn't enjoy the way Mr Servant tried to get me to go out yesterday.

He prodded my bottom with a broom handle.

You can be sure I made it clear what I thought of THAT.

Short changed

I wish Mrs Servant would go back to giving me my breakfast. Mr Servant has decided to give me fewer biscuits every morning and it's not fair. Just because he's given up alcohol for Lent doesn't mean he has to make me do without.

Anyhow, after he's gone to work I sit looking dolefully at my bowl and miaouw at Mrs Servant until she gives me extra biscuits.