I have to tell you a crime was committed against me today.
(What, another one? - Rupert Rat.)
I was assaulted with a deadly weapon!
It was such a shock. Well, let me tell you the story from the beginning.
I was a very busy cat today.
I spent some time on the phone. I didn't ask Mum or anyone else to make my calls for me.
|On the phone.|
I was thirsty after that, so I got a drink of water for myself, instead of bothering Mum to get one for me.
|Getting a drink.|
And then, because Mum sometimes finds me a bothersome cat (although I can't imagine why), I very carefully put myself away on the shelf.
|Put away neatly.|
Well, I don't always behave like this, but Mum's had a bad week, so I decided to be an extra-helpful cat for a while. I even put my world domination plans on hold for a few days.
You would think Mum would really appreciate this kind of consideration. You would be wrong.
While Mr Woof and I were both having our afternoon naps, Mum did the unthinkable. She sneaked up on us both, and put flea treatment on us!
It was a horrible shock to wake up with wet flea treatment being squeezed on to the back of my neck. I could not believe she would attack me like that, especially with such a horrible weapon, while I was asleep. And after I'd been so considerate of her.
This just goes to show you how incredibly ungrateful humans can be.
The revolution can't come soon enough.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.