The Chief Minion looks the same but different. I study her for a moment, she needs a jolly good lick all over it seems. Her furless skin is a darker colour and appears to be coming off in some places, maybe she has contracted leprosy on her far flung travels. I hope she gets better soon, she is the main food supply source although I do have a back up supplier through the tunnel under the road on the other housing estate.
We arrive home. My box is open so I stroll out and immediately set about rubbing my scent on the sofa, I need to make sure that everything is marked as mine. The Chief Minion clatters in the kitchen delivering biscuits and water to my dining table. She dishes up one of my favourites, Applaws chicken with wild rice - I am torn, I want to guzzle it down as the food in the catprisonery was of a most inferior standard but I sit away from the plate, aloof. I need to register my dissatisfaction at my latest incarceration which has been much longer than the last time.
The hunger strike commences......
No comments:
Post a Comment