Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Tuesday Tale of Woe

I think it is possible that I might waste away to shadow tonight. I think maybe Mom and my Daddy are deliberately unintentionally trying to starve me. What else can I think when I learn there is no stinky goodness in the house?! Both of them have been out and either one of them could have brought home more stinky goodness but they claim they forgot it. I think they really just forgot me. They say that one of them will pick some up tomorrow but I think that might be just a little bit too late for me.

Mom says there are plenty of kibbles in my bowl and in the storage bin. How am I supposed to be comfortable sleeping tonight with just kibbles and no stinky goodness? Hmmmmmmm ~ maybe I will not sleep. After all I must do something to remind them that I am not a happy kitteh!

Maybe Mom should keep her fingers away from me tonight!

9 comments:

Gemini and Ichiro said...

Oh that is a nightmare. I know I wouldn't sleep.. and neither would my people... I'd be sure of it!

Raymond and Busby said...

We believe an effective protest would be to stroll across your humans around 3am. Perhaps targeting the bladder area. That should be suitable punishment. Or maybe cough up a hairball into their slippers. NO stinky goodness? The nerve!

Karen Jo said...

Ack, no stinky goodness? What torture! Keeping the humans awake would be a good punishment.

The Creek Cats said...

We freak out when there is no stinky goodness! We hope you get some very soon!

The Army of Four said...

No Stinky Goodness? No Stinky Goodness?!!? What are they THINKING?!?!? Are you OK? Please... please tell me you're alright!!!
Play bows,
Zim

Angel, Kirby and Max said...

Poor baby! No Stinky Goodness. you should play very loudly all night!

The Island Cats said...

No stinky goodness??!? That's just not right!!

Anonymous said...

Terrible, just terrible!

GLOGIRLY said...

Hi Tiger Lily!!!
Happy New Year!
... I sure hope your cupboards are stocked up with plenty of stinky goodness by now! Those humans... I'd like to see THEM survive on a few hunks of dry kibble. You KNOW if they were out of their own stinky goodness, a special trip to the store would be made immediately.

mew!
Katie
(Glogirly's cat)