Couldn't Be Less Impressed

The utter cheek of my slaves! I've suspected that something was up for a couple of days as they were sending each other LOTS of messages on the magic picture letter box.

The female slave was very nervous, talking about "getting along" and "being happy with each other". My greatest hope was that she meant their new owner, but I wasn't so sure.

The male slave came back from his glass box unexpectedly early, and they unhitched my carriage! Perhaps I was being transported to oversee the new staff!

But no, they departed with my carriage, without ME! At least I could be guaranteed some peace for a while.

The betrayal! Not only did they come back, but they returned covered in kitty hair that wasn't my royal fur. They've been seeing commoner kitties! The male one was so embarrassed, he didn't even come in, but retreated to the safety of his now-roasting glass box. Serves him right.

I gave female slave the 'talk to the paw' treatment after that. She needs to remember what I did to the last interloper that came in here. All kitties are not created equal, I am the QUEEN.

Anyway, if she wants to communicate with the outside world, she'll have to get past ME from now on...

Why must I wait?

It's been a little while since I had anything to say.  I have been moping.  I know this is completely unkittylike, but I have a really good reason.

You see, my old slaves are still here.  I have prayed and prayed in the shoe cupboard, but CeilingCat doesn't heed my cries:

"Why are they still not here?  What have I done to deserve these slaves?  Why, oh Ceiling Cat, WHY??"

All to no avail.

I even got out the suitcase and artfully sat in it so they might take the hint, but all they did was comment on how beautifully the lining complimented my eyes.

Of course it does, I am the cutest kitty in the world after all.

Still, I couldn't hide my disappointment...couldn't you just weep for me?

Cat On A Hot Carpet

The slaves have been complaining that I make them work on hot days, especially the male one. I've sent him off to work elsewhere, and he has to sit in a glass box all day before coming back to Kitty Palace, where I have a long list of duties for him.

I'm not quite sure what he does in the glass box - all I know is that I haven't found it necessary to send him there for some months. However, he has been very disobedient (after all, it was he who removed my green spiky thing), and the female one keeps the Palace too cold for a kitty's liking.

They must be separated, because it looks like they don't like that. I'm still waiting for my new slaves to come - I sniffed a visitor today to examine if she was suitable but no, she smelled of puppies and cosmetics. My standards need to be met.

I will carry on ignoring the servants, and partying hard all night long. In the meantime, I gather all my running-around strength and watch...

We're All Going On a Kitty Holiday

Almost. I've been spending a lot of time in the elevated garden lately. Unfortunately the slaves won't let me there on my own - something about me being "too nosy about the outside world". They always ruin it for me - it's OK for them and their two legs, they can look above me, even though I have four legs and am therefore, inherently superior.

Still, I have had several hours of sniffing and lounging, and secretly planning my escape. I think that I'll have to come up with a diversion...maybe my new toy that I discovered today. It is small, brown, crunchy with legs. I know the female slave doesn't like them, so it's all in the timing now...

In the meantime, I will enjoy chewing on the green spiky things - so much more tasty than the one indoors!

New Year Schmoo Year

I just don't know what all the fuss is about.

The female slave (yes, I'll admit I call her mummy - it seems to keep her amused) is constantly asking me where schmoo has gone. She seems to be referring to a small leather mouse that I pretend to play with. Again, it seems to keep her (and the male slave, aka daddy) amused.

Meanwhile, I'm still sitting here on the window sill, waiting for the new slaves I ordered to arrived. I get so excited each time the current ones go out, hoping next time someone comes back it will be my new slaves. It never is.

So, new year schmoo year I say - when are the new humans arriving?