Just because I’m a cat, it is my unalienable right to pursue happiness in the form of food.
No one shall deny that I was created to eat.
I shall perform frantic feats in order to receive the liberty of nourishment; all acts on my part and those who support me shall help me sustain my rotund appearance. I shall let no greenie or meal presented before thee go uneaten.
My daily quest shall begin with a glance and a stance.
I shall claim my turf; lest the rest be usurped.
Seriously, dearest human, what are you waiting for?
Let the meal be served; my pleas for assistance require promptness as you’ve heard.
Hear ye, hear ye, a generous portion of morsels shall bring me delight.
As a wise cat once said, “A cat needs no declaration of independence to secure what’s rightfully theirs – they need a human with thumbs to open the cupboards and serve.”
Biographer’s liberty of implied powers instituted for post inspiration and participation in: Cee’s Black & White: Store Front and building signs.
Wonderful photos for this week. 😀
Thank you, Cee!
I was laughing the entire way, Shelley. My little pork chop, Ziva, has that same look on her face when it’s food time. Then again, it’s Mr. Skinny Gibbs who gets overly boisterous at 4 a.m. because he thinks it’s TIME. “Get up human! Feed me!”
When you think about it, we would be the same way if not for our opposable thumbs, right?
Great, glad to hear you got a laugh from Dessy’s speech 🙂 Ziva and Gibbs would have a blast with Tizzie and Dessy! Thank goodness for high functioning thumbs!!