Well, I'm a bit hissed off at the moment, furriends. And it's all MOM'S FAULT!
She's getting very fussy over Toby these days. "Oh, you aren't eating enough!"
"Oh, no, Leia, you can't eat from his plate too, like you've done for AGES, because then he will walk away!"
" No, Leia, you can't give him a good nip on his meaty porkchop thighs (seriously, those things are sooo tempting, you have no idea) because he's got this thing called art-hrit-is and it might hurt him."
Phooey! What about ME?? Is there no other cat in this house?? When did it become all about him?
Hmpf. I'm going back to sleep.