I, myself, have special privileged dining rights and expectations here at Tom Cat Towers. Whilst I am happy for Maid to throw scraps out for the waifs and strays who rumble their way to our gates, garden and hedgerow for food, Maid’s first priority is me.
I expect the best and am given the best. I am first to be fed in the morning and last to receive handfed kibbles at night before I retire to my royal bedchamber with Maid.
Maid is kept on her toes as I keep her guessing as to whether I will accept the morsels proffered for my inspection, or whether I will march off to bed, tummy rumbling with starvation in order for her feel guilty at the low levels of service which I receive.
But one thing is assured, I have a constant cabaret of garden guests who come and go in the garden for me to watch as they bring their empty tummies for a fine dining experience here at Tom Cat Towers.