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.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Hello. Where's my milk?
Things are really slipping around here. The last two mornings Pumpy and I have had to wait until 6:30 for our stinky goodness AND this very morning the man was extremely late in coming downstairs to eat his cereal. So of course I had to wait quite some time for the leftover milk. This photo was taken of me when the man came downstairs and saw us waiting, waiting, waiting... tapping our paws.
Notice, once again, how easily distracted Pumpy is.
Focus, Pumpy!!
I really need him to be on board with me especially since that dog starting living here.
Sometimes it's very hard to be in charge all the time.
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Sigh...I feel your pain. If I'm not on the humans for feeding time the others will just wait. Wait? I don't think so.
Latte
Waiting for stinky goodness is horrible... I, Baby-Girl, cannot wait, and will nozzled my little nose into momma and poppas faces in the morning to make sure they get up and feed me... it normally doesn't help though, as they like to wait for the alarmclock.
I see Pumpy turned away! Right when you needed him to be focused on the problem at hand! Sometimes it is hard to keep boys in line.
wow...we dont get out stinky goodness til bout 7.30am - my mum must be a fat lazy!
i ned to get her trained better!
Brothers can be such a bother. They are rarely helpful because of that very focusing problem.
I hope you get the attention you deserve!
Purrrrr, Princess
You got your cereal milk by 6:30! The humans here haven't seen 6:30 in a squillion years unless you mean 6:30 P.M. Yep, you're right - being the leader of the pack is hard.
Midnite & Stray Kitty
Wow! That's weawwy hard work for you Pearl!
Wow. Things have really gone to h-e double hockey sticks in a hand-basket around there since that d-a-w-g arrived haven't they?
We feel your pain, Pearl.
Luf, Us
I see you are on the lookout Pearl. Good job, since Pumpy seems to have his head in the clouds.
Eclipse
You know what? It is hard to wait to be served in the morning. I have to wait till Mommy pours her coffee, lets the D.O.G. out and by then I am dying of hunger!
focus, Pumpy, focus!
Hope things get better for you on the weekend, Pearl!
Perhaps Pumpy is an intellectual dreamer and is trying to sort out this whole global warming thing. Me thinks you should cut the poor guy some slack.
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