The hunger games

I give the Chief Minion a doleful look. The plan is working, her face registers concern and she pauses for a moment, her hand on her hip. She turns and rummages in the cupboard of delights, looking triumphant she opens another pouch.

Another favourite,  Applaws tuna with cheese is decanted into a small bowl. She walks towards me making encouraging sounds and proffers the delicious morsels for my perusal. I want the food very much. She gently nudges me towards the gourmet spread but I sit tight, unmoving. I watch in horror as a large globule of saliva falls from my mouth, it seems to travel in slow motion and then explodes as it makes contact with the floor, the stain of shame spreads on the laminate wood - my wanting revealed in all it's glory.

The hunger strike is over.

In my defence, it did last for at least 5 minutes.

Non nom nom..........

Homeward bound

The Chief Minion spoke in soothing tones as we journeyed home. I stared resolutely the other way, thinking of my love left behind, all alone in the catprisonery. I will never feel the tickle from those magnificent whiskers again as I did when we touched our cold wet noses through the mesh.

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......