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By Pissu Poozer
 The story so far : two cute, orphaned kittens have landed in the
Hacketty household and Poozer is feeling insecure, neglected and very
resentful.
March 17th
Its been three days and 14 hours and these little horrors are still
here. I was calmly walking towards the fridge for my daily salmon,
today, when one of them started coming after me, saying "momee, momee!"
the cheek, the sheer disgust of it all! Do I look like their mommy ? I
am a TOM CAT for mewing out loud! It was such an embarrassment, not to
mention , extremely unnerving. I started to scrabble the hell out of
there without looking behind me and before I knew it I was on top of the
pantry cupboard and marking
territory near the ceiling just by reflex. Then the mistress poked me
with a broom and started screaming and threw me out. Not only was that
very bad for my self image, that broom was smelly. Revolting, the things
that happen because of these two...
March 22nd
I am pleased to report that although he feeds them till they look
like two well stuffed walking samosas, and although the rest of the
world is suffering global recession and Soaring oil prices not to
mention insecure fishing futures, the master is not scrimping on food
for us.
 Bless his cotton socks. Burp. (and speaking of cotton socks, Patchy
should be ashamed about what she did to them)
March 27th
There they are. I wonder why the hewmies have resorted to putting a
food cover on top of them. I hope this doesn't mean they are fattening
them up to eat. Silly thought, what must I be thinking.
( In fact that is an evil thought that makes me feel unholy, I think
I should wash my whiskers with soap!) Hewmies prefer chicken.
I must say we cats are a very lucky race of animals. Buffaloes have
to work, dogs get chained and chickens get eaten every time hewmies feel
happy. Cats on the other hand are usually treated quite nicely. |
