I admit my cats are spoiled ! They are treated like royalty and are given the best high quality food you can imagine, cutting my budget seriously when you know I have seven exigent pieces running in the house…
Not to mention the horrible moment I run out of food on sunday and that I’m obliged to buy a cheap product in the local foodstore which they literally hate and despise !
It starts the moment I want to refill their foodbowl or when they spot the box or bag of food I am carrying. “Oh nooo…Not that filthy taste again !!”
Then they all plot together : Gibbs, the leader of the mission (I shouldn’t have watched that much NCIS) is once again ruling and giving orders : “Keep going guys, keep asking her the good stuff, come on ! Keep interrogating her until she succumbs, she has to ! Semper Fi !”
They all have different manners to beg for food. Louise tries to hypnotize me, statue like, only her eyes move with every move I make…Modjo makes watching television or reading subtitles impossible !
James makes any of my actions futile : He tries to make me stumble or jumps on my shoulders…He claims the computer or starts grooming himself in front of or on any device I urgently need…
Bolleke quietly begs for food while Lulu makes a penetrating noise as if I have been ignoring her for weeks.
Sweetheart and Gibbs are the firestarters ! They feel so frustrated when their needs aren’t properly met that they start bullying each other, hissing and howling, chasing each other, causing havoc in the house.
Stalking, staring, yowling, ambushing, swatting and preventing acces to several places…All methods are legit !
They made their point and I am defeated. In the end they always get their way. They know how weak I am when it comes to cats…
I also feed a stray cat (one who has been abandoned by her family) and she is very clever too, she notices the difference in food aswell.
Two weeks ago a cat had been hit by a car in our street. The driver didn’t stop and several cars had to avoid the dead body on the road.
It was a beautiful grey long haired cat, like the one in the picture above. We decided to move the body to a save place. The closest spot possible was our neighbour’s front garden.
No one in our neighbourhood knew who the owners were, so a few days later – the body was already covered with snow – I decided to bury her in my garden, just in front of my angel statues. I felt relieved because I gave the animal a proper funeral. I felt “she” could finally rest in peace !
I went to my front door a couple of minutes later to feed our regular stray cat, only to find a new stranger standing in front of me, all dirty and hungry….
Well, here we go again…I guess I’m registered as human servant in the spirit world of cats…
Phuro! Be inspired!
Phuro! 
Beautiful (and humorous). Very familiar, too, since I’m of the Feline Tribe and adopted by two wild girls. Thanks for sharing (and for the wonderful animated images).
Thanks ! Catladies understand each other ! We consider them our kids…they do have all these different manners and methods, often funny and predictable aswell !
Sophia’s Children, I was about to say the same — Phuro, what a fun & sweet post 🙂
Thank you !
And here I can’t even manage one…. She thinks she is the Queen of my house!
On the side, your gifs are pretty awesome. May I know how you pasted them on your blog post?
There’s nothing special about the gifs dear, you just put them in your media on wp like any other jpg picture and you add them to your new blogpost ! Thanks for your comment ❤