Her Royal Mewness - Day 21

Day 21

Maid was awake and up before I opened my eyes. I could hear her changing my grit tray (or bot box as I call it) in the kitchen. She has very high standards of hygiene, I’m impressed with the level of service here at Tom Cat Towers. The bot box is there for my personal use, Gingie crew have to go outside. Even when it’s howling down with rain or sleet, or as we have today, a white garden, they have to dash out into the garden.

When I opened my eyes, my crystal bowl wasn’t on the bed. Instead was a  line of kibbles. I stretched, yawned and then nibbled the first kibble, then the next as I worked my way to the edge of the bed. The trail the carried on onto the carpet, so I slipped down and began crunching my way out of the bedroom, across the hallway and through the lounge.

Clearly Willi Whizkas was outside; otherwise the big ginger gut-truck would have scoffed them all. The trail ended at the French windows where, quite exhausted, I took up position watching my pet blackbirds for an hour. 

So much exercise in the morning is not good for an old girl and I had soon nodded off in the warm sunshine that was streaming through the glass.

Maid’s version

I thought I would have a bit of fun with Dumpty this morning. Whilst she was still asleep I laid a trail of kibbles from where she was asleep to the French windows. I was surprised that she actually joined in the fun and waddled along eating each one before flopping down, like the lazy girl she is, to watch the blackbirds for a while.

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