I often wondered why Fizz went on to the top of the fridge. Now I can jump a long way I found out. FOOD! There is a magic bowl up there with some biscuits in! I was called a bad cat and the slave made a stupid 'Grrr' noise and waggled his hands at the side of his head. I pretended to be a bit frightened by that but to be honest it was just so that the slave didn't feel stupid.
But what a start to the day. Vomit partout! Someone left a furball on the mat by the fire plus some follow up a few paws away; Rose puked her biscuits straight back into her bowl and Jaffa had a mouse for her third breakfast but a few minutes later regurgitated it onto the mat by the door.
Wonder who will be the next to barf? Still, we have slaves to clear it all up so what do we care!
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