This morning as I shuffled my way to the kitchen I was stopped in my tracks by two very angry kitties. It seems the kitten food that was purchased yesterday was NOT to their liking.
I grabbed my camera in hopes of capturing the kitty protest on film, but the bad cat is camera shy and took off. However, Mr. Wobbles was so peeved he stuck around to cuss me six ways to Sunday.
This picture is of Mr. Wobbles pointing out the lack of edible food in his big food box. I'm pretty sure I heard him mutter something about disgusting crap from Sav-A-Lot.
We chatted briefly and I tried to explain to him that I really needed to get ready for work and didn't have time to go get new food until later.
It was at this point that negotiations began - he promised not to shred the upholstery while I was at work if I would go get him food, right this *&@#(*&(* minute.
You know, it really didn't feel like negotiation at all. Felt a little threatening. Especially when he said he had, "connections".
Fortunately for me the kitty's grandma lives with us and volunteered to fetch some food while I got dressed.
This pleased Mr. Wobbles immensely.
Order was restored and Bad Cat made an appearance. I'm thinking maybe I should keep one eye open when I sleep...just in case.