My owner won't let me eat birds anymore

[AHungryCat]

What should I do? She tried to talk to me about it but fgs

This is my latest creation - I call it 'Vole in a Bowl.' My human was eating porridge for breakfast and I thought it needed a little something extra. She abandoned the bowl, so I did her a favour and finished the porridge whilst it was still warm. Apologies for the slightly blurry photo, she couldn't even get me properly in focus (she also said I'm not allowed on the table ever again, pfft - as if she'll ever be able to enforce that!)

Respect I say. That’s pure class.

How very ungrateful of her.

I find they're all like that, no matter how well chosen the gift, how hard it was to catch, how dead or alive...

I don't know why I bother really.

Had a good one this morning. Went to the backdoor, she opened it, I sat down. Turned and went to the front door, she opened it, I sat down again. Did this about five times - it was such fun! She said "I'm getting you a catflap". Some humans are very unsporting.

@Swizzel loving it!

I think vole in a bowl looks amazing well done you.
must say I’m getting lots of tips on this thread.
Good day here, had to make a point though, you know, remind slave who’s in charge around here. I took me eyes off the furball as they say, and main slave got an unusual win in - was watching the little birdies on the table outside from my vantage point of my conservatory window, and she had the bare faced cheek to grab my amazon box and put it in the recycling wheelie fing. Fuming I was. So I buggered off out. In the flipping cold. Hid up and didn’t come in for dinner. Starving hungry, I was, but you’ll be proud of me mates. I stuck it out, ignored my rumbling belly and her stoopid calls till it got dark. Then came the purrthetic calling me in the garden routine. Then deputy slave joined in with her. Then hours later when it was proper dark she started shaking the dreamies bag and calling me again. Waited till they went to bed, and banged through my little door. She came downstairs and guess what, after the tedious cuddles, and silly voices, she got a tin of slaves chewna from the cupboard and I got my supper. Yumsville. Chewna in spring water. My favourite. Now sleeping off my supper on my pillow which I let her share. Deputy slave just grunted when she told him I was home and went back to snoring, ungrateful sod.

I’m not eating Sheba tomorrow I’ve decided, my sisters and bro can have it. There’s half a tin of Chewna wiv my name on it in the fridge.

Chairman Meow.

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👏👏👏bravo! Show them their place!

I bet all the tummy rubs I want & premium treats! I don't need it's!!

Hi, Batman here. My slaves are so lazy! I coaxed Robin inside and, to be
fair, he played the game and flew about the house keeping the slaves
moving. The slaves managed to get Robin into the kitchen, opened the
windows and outside door, but then shut the inside kitchen door - so I was reduced to
being a spectator! Robin then hid - which was great cos the slaves
thought he had flown out and opened the inside door again. I would have
found Robin, but when the slaves realised the game was on again they
shut me behind the door again! Robin eventually flew out of a window. I
tried to "speak" to Robin outside, afterwards ... just to see what we
could do again, of course. Anyway the slaves were too busy then tidying
up an old mouse I had left behind the sofa ... I told you they were lazy.