You simply cannot get the staff. Maid went off for the day and Manservant was left in charge of feeding us.
Service was not up to the usual standard. A tin of something was scraped out onto a plate on the floor for gingie-crew who both dived in as if they were starving. Food was all over their whiskers and spilled onto the floor which they greedily lapped up. How undignified!
I sat with a look of utter contempt on my whiskers waiting for my proper food to be served. Soon my kibbles had been poured into a white Wedgwood dish and I was scooped up in order for me to eat in peace and quiet away from the dreadful slurping noises from the other two on the floor.
I daintily ate my dinner on the draining board. Too many kibbles had been poured out for me to finish and I was shocked that Manservant emptied some of my bowl of kibbles onto the remnants of gingie-crews’ food and then, when they were full, put it in the bowl marked ‘dog’ then put it outside for Mikey-mike, who was round in a flash to snaffle the scraps!
I was horrified; I cannot wait for Maid to come home. This feeding fiasco would never happen when she is in charge of catering.
I jumped down from the draining board, past the gingie-crew who were both licking splatters of gravy off their faces and whiskers and even off the floor. How Common! I went to have a snoozle in a paper bag I found on the carpet.
Maid came back very late and I had a midnight feast at 2am on my duvet whilst she told me all about her day in a place called London. I went to sleep quite contented with a full tummy although it does smell like Maid has been drinking – again!
I was away today in London at a champagne reception. I got home after midnight to pitiful mewls from Dumpty, begging for her kibbles as if she had been starved! I put some in the bowl on the bed then climbed in. When she had finished, she came and cuddled up for a tickle and purr. She seemed to have missed me and seemed pleased to see me home again.