A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
...but aren't you forgetting something?
As you all know by now, I just love the milk off of his honey nut flakes. If he's too slow about fixing his breakfast then I have to rush into the room and remind him. And I remind him until he sits on the sofa and starts eating. Then I stare at him until he finishes his cereal and then he always gives me his milk. One time he was mad at me for waking him up very early and so he didn't give me his milk. Can you believe that?