the pontifications of pompuss

Some creatures just don't know which side their bread is buttered on.    Today's newspaper carries the tale of a man who was rescuing an exhausted seabird on a beach in Wales when the creature pecked at his face, puncturing an eyeball.     The unfortunate good Samaritan needed 11 stitches to hold his eye back in place and may be blind in that eye for life.       What a way to repay someone who was helping you.     That gull is truly a bird-brain and deserves to be cat food.     

The she slave told me that it was Cat's Protection League Collection Day at the supermarket so she bought an inferior cut of meat for me and gave the left over cash to the feline unfortunates.       Well, honestly.

 I know I shouldn't mind but I do.     I really don't like brisket as it takes an age to chew my way through the gristle and I, along with my teeth, am growing older.    However I did get salmon sushi for lunch , so all is not lost...........yet.

By the Great Cat , she's becoming altogether too casual in her approach to my needs and I'm going to have to find a way of improving her behaviour.      Time to try a Major Sulk?