You might remember that when I ran for Federal Parliament, one of my policies was that there should be no feline homelessness.
Well, I'm revising my opinion.
You see, Mum decided to save a feline from homelessness - by bringing him to our home!
Yes, you read that right. I have a new little brother, Percy. Miss C says he's Sir Percival.
He's some sort of high class Persian. (Well, that's what the rescue people said, but he looks more like a rag doll.) But my humans got him from a group who rescue cats from death row.
So, one has to ask, is this new "brother" a criminal who deserved execution?
Mum told me not to be silly, but Percy's already committed a major crime here. He brought fleas when he came from the foster carer. And Mum didn't just flea treat him, she gave Fanta and me extra flea treatments as well!
Apart from that, he apparently supposed to share my stuff - dishes, litter tray, even humans.
Well, I don't like him. I don't like the smell of him.
If anyone wants me, I'll be behind the tv. No I'm not sulking. I'm just not welcoming this pile of hair into my house.
Fanta's already fawning over him. The humans all seem to adore him too. It's just not right.
I'm the Feline Overlord here, and everyone just better remember that.
Whats that Mum? Treats? Why yes, I'll have a couple.
No, crunch, crunch, I don't want to come talk to my new brother. But I'll have some more of those Temptations if you're offering.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.