Feline RDP Saturday: Feline Slapdash


“Tabby, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, Mrs. Human.”

“As if I should throw you some of my food from the table.”

“Not at all Mrs. Human. I expect you to serve it in a bowl, garnished with fresh herbs.”

“You do not eat herbs Tabby, so I wil not bother.”

“Typical slapdash human. We felines also eat with the eyes, you know. And what are we eating this evening.”

“We are not eating anything, but I am eating my evening meal.”

“What about me, I also have a right to an evening meal. It is written in the law that felines are ┬áto be given preferred attention.”

“Not in my law Tabby.”

“But in mine. Human laws change all the time, but our laws have remained from the beginning. What is mine is mine and what is yours is also mine. It is written in the Book of Bastet on the first page.”

“Seems to me that Bastet was quite the egoist with her laws.”

“Of course. The first words that any kitten learns in meow are “I, me and myself”, so where is my food?”


“There you are Tabby.”

“What is that, a few crumbs for me to eat on the floor. Where is the respect to a feline that was once worshipped as a god?”

“Past tense Tabby, those days are over. We now have equality and you have a bowl full of healthy vitamin pellets.”

“Big deal, but it seems that some are more equal than others. I would never treat a Persian cat differently to a Tabby, we all eat the same.”

“Of course Tabby, although I believe the vitamin pellets are made of better quality for Persian cats.”

“And I am sure they do not have to grovel on the floor to lap up the morsels thrown to them by their humans. You see, no appreciation for the Tabbys.”

“Where are you going Tabby.”

“I am going to bed for a good sulk.”

“Oh, that is a shame. I happen to have some liver as an extra. It was too much for me.”

“You could have said something. So bring it on and garnish with something that makes it look good.”

“Of course Tabby, anything for a quiet life.”

Feline RDP Saturday: Feline Slapdash