Being fabulous

Being fabulous is exhausting. Being a fabulous cat yet demands the acquired taste of indulgence. To prove that point, I lingered in bed in my own posh style while Papa and Mama got ready for work in slow motion. It was a cool and wet morning.

Mama gave me a bowl each of Purina and Whiskas milk. As I a am lady who is mindful of her figure (you have to if you had given birth to two litters!), I have just a bowl of special P (Purina goes extremely well with my alter ego whose name is also P!) for each meal. I am a bit fed up with the Chicken & Rice flavour recently to be honest. Papa knows that Salmon & Tuna is indeed my favourite.

Just before Mama shut the door, I fled through a narrow gap to welcome the sprinkling showers outdoors. If the cat flap were not half shut, I would have dashed in and out through that secret portal between the rain and no-rain zones in frantic manner. Being a fabulous cat is exhausting.

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