May 30, 2014

Hey. I was *GOOD*

Okay, so I've told you about the meal rule here, right? If the people have cooked for themselves and I'm very good and don't beg or jump on the table, I get a tiny taste when they're done.

So this afternoon I smelled cooking things and heard cooking things going on, and even though it seemed awfully early, I figured I better get my asterisk into the kitchen to be sure I got a tiny taste.

So I rolled off of a perfectly comfy bed and stretched--because one should always stretch right after a nap--and made my way to the table, where they were already scarfing down the noms.

I did what a good kitty does. I sat on the floor for a few minutes, and then I jumped onto a chair, but I did not beg and I never even tried to get on the table.

"It's pancakes, Big Guy," the Woman said.

So?

The rule doesn't apply to WHAT they're eating, it applies to how *I* behave.

"You won't like it."

I should at least be offered some, right? And the Man even said to make me my very own tiny pancake, and she said I would like to lick a bunch of butter off of it, but did she actually MAKE that pancake for me?

NO.

The rules are the rules, and they broke the rules. I should punish them by ignoring them the rest of the day, and while the Woman is sleeping tonight I should sit by her head and sing my little heart out.

In fact, I think that's what I'll do.

Meanieheads...

18 comments:

olrebbie said...

The Meowers suggest that you serename in the key of YOW!

olrebbie said...

Rats. *serenade*

Spitty-the-Kitty said...

That is an actionable offense, Max. An affront to all that is right and good in the world. Sing, my good mancat, SING! Sing the Song of our People until she gets up and make you a pancake. Which you should then ignore.

Sparkle said...

That is ALL kinds of wrong, Max! I bet Binga would have eaten a whole pancake if given the chance.

Angel Prancer Pie said...

Sing the song of our people, long and loud! Heh-heh.
That'll teach them.

Happy Caturday anyways.

Angel Prancer Pie said...

Sing the song of our people, long and loud! Heh-heh.
That'll teach them.

Happy Caturday anyways.

Lone Star Cats said...

Sounds like a plan to me.

Lone Star Cats said...

Sounds like a plan to me.

Vicat said...

I'm swooning with the meanness of it all! Brat is beginning his tribute to the Doors in sympathy...
~Vicat

joyce said...

poor Max, if youve never had pancake how can she be sure you wont like it?...my kylie likes hers with blueberries

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

That is so wrong! When you play by the rules, the least you can expect is the same from them. Sing your warrior songs. Sing long, sing loud!

Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...

Yup, rules are rules and if you play by the rules so should they! You sing it, Max, sing it long, sing it loud!

Unknown said...

Sing your heart out, Max with the word "pancake" in the song as many times as you want. What the woman did is just plain mean. She added insult to injury when she said you wouldn't like it. The man had the right idea so he gets points for suggesting you have your own instead of just a taste. If the woman complains that's her own fault for making assumptions.

Ivan and Izzy from WMD said...

That really was pretty mean of them, Max.

Shaggy and Scout said...

Sheesh, just look at our good friend Miles Meezer and all he has to do to get a tiny taste of French Toast!
Dude, we say launch the arsenal on this one.....pillow poop with optional shoe barf, and the next time they have real live fresh dead shrimp or steak, get up on that table while they're eating and DANCE on their plates!!!!!

Sasha + Saku said...

We agrees you should sing your song until she gets up and makes you a pancake, MOL

Sasha, Sami, & Saku

Connie - Tails from the Foster Kittens said...

I learned that lesson a long time ago.. cats need to have the right of refusal.. offer even if you know they won't like it and will accuse you of hiding the good stuff..

Kate said...

What I don't get Max, is how does the Woman "know" you won't like it iffn she doesn't let you TRY it? Was she a kitteh in another life? Pretty mean, Max. Not only would I sing on her head, but I would poop on her pillow. Big time.

Spunky