I Missed My Slaves

My slaves were gone for a couple of days. As much as you may think this excites a cat, it doesn’t—there’s nobody around to pet me when I want them to.

I made sure my slaves knew I was upset that they left by yowling at them half the night. I can be very vocal when I want to be.

I even managed to melt the smaller slave’s replacement slaves’ hearts and get them to turn on the shower for me. They thought it was ridiculous and weren’t going to do it, but my howling persuaded them. All I have to do is sound like I’m about to die and they’ll do anything I want them to.

Garage Fascination

I have a fascination with the garage that the slaves completely don’t understand. That’s just because they don’t know what I’m building in there…

Morning Tactics

One of my favorite tactics to use in the morning on the smaller slave is what I like to call my pillow tactic. When the big slave leaves, one side of the bed is vacated and warm, but I like to climb up the side of the bed and walk over the small slave’s pillow until she moves enough for me to lay down on it. For some reason she tolerates this.

Thunderstorms

Last night there was a huge thunderstorm, with crazy lightning and wind and rain. Being certain this was karma coming to get me for all the peeing, puking, etc I’ve done, I cowered under the slaves’ feet by the couch so they would be struck before I would. It never got me, so I’m good now. I’ve got to go, I have things to puke on.