Feline RDP Thursday: Feline Nurture

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“Mrs. Human, according to my nurturing instincts, it would be time for my evening meal. You are late.”

“Tabby according to my timetable it will be in half an hour.”

“Half an hour? I could die of hunger in half an hour.”

“I don’t  think so Tabby. You look healthy enough to me. In the meanwhile you could go outside and play with your feline friends.”

“Mrs. Human the word “friend” does not exist in meow and neither does “play”. We only have the maintenance of the feline race in mind, and you didn’t even ask me about that, although nurturing screaming kittens would not be my thing. So fill my bowl with food and save my remaining lives. And don’t forget to garnish it.”

“You want a garnish?”

“Of course, you eat with the eyes. Just perhaps a pinch of tarragon leaves,  or a sprig of catmint and a side dish of whipped cream.”

“Tabby we are talking about a normal meal and not a 5 star menu.”

“And I am talking about me, the reason that I employed you as my personal slave. In the olden days we were worshipped as gods, and here I can be lucky that I do not starve to death. And don’t forget to serve it at room temperature. Taking from the refrigerator is not ideal, it can give a shock to the feline system.”

“Of course Tabby, shall I warm the food bowl.”

“That will not be necessary, we do not want to overdo it. And hurry, I am feeling very weak.”

Feline RDP Thursday: Feline Nurture