I swear I don't know how it happened. She was never the sweetest, most even-tempered kitty...even from the day I first brought her home. But she was my baby and I loved her. Love her. Even now, all these years later.
But really. This business of asking...no. Demanding fresh food in the bowl. This has got to stop. No, people, I'm not starving my cat. And I didn't forget to feed her today. Or tonight. Dry food. That food could not have been in her bowl for longer than an hour. But it's not fresh anymore, apparently, and so the princess must have more. My fault, you say? Well, you're right. But who can concentrate with that voice???!
Oh, look! Here she comes again. Perhaps now would be a convenient time for her majesty to go out for some fresh air. But only for three minutes. Either that, or she's ready for me to go to bed...
Should be ashamed of myself. Talking about my kiddy like that. OH the
sweet purring and cuddling this morning. I take it all back. She can
have all the indulgent pampering she wants. Pathetic, sure...I can live
with it, though.