Where’s my breakfast?

I had dinner early last night, it was so good. The machines shouted something fuzzy at about 5:30pm. It was so good and crunchy on my baby adult teeth.

Tall has been looking really guilty recently, it’s suspicious. But I found out this morning that it must be because he was planning on having my breakfast. No food came out.

I’m so hungry. I must punish my humans. I think they hate it when I eat food they’re holding, but it’s always worth a try. I’ve learned how to use my opposable thumbs (see photo). It’s useful for gripping scran that looks absolutely nothing like what I’m meant to eat.

How much chilli powder is too much?

I think Tall and Long had too much. They smelled of gone off curry towards the end of the night yesterday.

When they sit on the sofa I super quietly scream, and I claw my way up onto the sofa and pretend to sleep on their laps. I’m not sure they’ve noticed yet as I am stealthy. Then I get too hot and leave.

Tall and Long have left my NookWithAHandle out all night for me. Last time I went in there I kept getting fed treats. Also there was a super terrifying journey in a Hybrid Electric Vehicle with mild to excessive braking and acceleration. I made sure Tall and Long knew I was there, and that they hadn’t accidentally taken me with them. Meow.

Anyway, we ended up with a lady and a table and a keyboard I wanted to type on. She let me bite her and she was a bit too interested in the bottom of my tail. I was sure I wouldn’t be seeing her again, so I forgot about everything and slept very well.