Where's my lunch?

I make it very obvious that I'm ravenous but The Servants just don't seem to get the hint.

Putting the boot in

The Servants know perfectly well that my favourite spot in the winter is lazing by the radiator in the hall. So why do they put their walking boots there so I can't snooze in peaceful radiator heaven?

I wish they'd tidy up a bit. There's hardly any room for me.

Mini photo album

Mrs Servant has found a site she's rather pleased with. So, um, better indulge her and click this link....

Will I get fed?

I get slightly unnerved when Mrs Servant is out for the evening. You see, I can never be exactly sure that Mr Servant will give me any food. Sometimes he forgets.

So I'm always very relieved when I hear Mrs Servant coming up the stairs and the front door opens.

Not being a dog, I don't wag my tail and bark enthusiastically. But, secretly, I am very pleased.

I don't like having my tail washed

Yesterday I had to suffer the indignity of having my tail washed. They know perfectly well I HATE water in any shape or form. And anyhow, I'm quite happy to have dirty marks on my tail.

I must say, though, that it IS rather soft and silky now that it's been shampooed.

Breakfast an hour late

Yesterday Mr Servant gave me my breakfast an hour later than normal. And, today, Mrs Servant was also an hour late. Don't they realise I get hungry first thing and my tummy rumbles like mad if I don't get fed on time?

Duvet heaven

Mrs Servant has been sick this week - lots of noisy coughing and stuff. Still, the good part is that I get to laze about on a thick, soft duvet so that I can keep her company. I know I have a nice cosy cat bed but you really can't beat a delightfully comfortable continental quilt.

I've been so happy this week that I even licked Mrs Servant's cheek one day.