Thursday, March 11
Oh, how I hate that phrase but I feel that it best describes this irony of this post. The title should be "Here Slave, Slave, Slave." since I will be talking about my human.
Hello, my name is Eight Ball. I prefer to be called Master though Stone calls me Fuzztail. I show up one day experiencing a bad-hair day with my tail and that is what he named me.
I let him think I am his cat but we all know better. When I need a massage, I rub against his leg and start purring and thus instant massage. Though there are times he neglects my needs. My hourly massage sessions have dwindled down to once every couple hours.
Then when I try to remind him of my needs, what does he do? Puts me outside. Then there is my diet. I command roasted turkey or broiled chicken. He fills this dirty bowl with these hard crunchy pieces of cereal. At least, I can go outside and find some fresh food, though I don’t like to hunt for it. I like it better when it just walks by. Then, it's playtime.
Better yet, Stone could catch them for me and then give them to me to play with and eat. I even brought one back to him to show him what he needed to bring to me for my entertainment and nutritional needs. He just puts me and it back outside. I'll try later with his mom.
So, today, I wanted to let off some steam about Stone. As for repercussions, he knows better to refuse me my catnip. I know where he hides his chocolate.
Bye now, and see ya next week. Meow!