The fishy flake bag is getting low and no one has gotten me fresh ones. I hate it when my fishy flakes aren’t fresh and large and tasty but are just crumbs. Sigh.
And the Woman didn’t let me yak on her. She moved me off her lap as I started and so I yakked on the floor. I would rather have yakked in her lap. It would have given me much more relief.
Doesn’t anyone care about what I want?!
You just don’t get a break, do you?
Truffle and Brulee
How really surprising that your human did not wish for you to yak on her lap. Curious, really.
Chey, you are better off than Binga – when she starts heaving, my human’s boyfriend tries to get her to puke in the litter box. Ewww!
Awwww, Poor kitty! You’re having a heck of a time!
You are clearly abandoned and unloved, Chey. Something MUST be done!
Chey, you just don’t get any respect, do you?? It’s just not right.
Poor Chey, you are just getting no respect!
Looks like it’s time to sneak off with your mom’s credit card and order those fishie flakes yourself!
I’m going to say I think you would seriously jeopardize getting any more fishy flakes if you yak on your Mom’s lap. Mom and Dad searched for fishy flakes once but couldn’t find any. They sound wonderful.
We took a vote – we think you should yak in the human’s bed if you don’t get more fishy flakes!
Why, that’s just crumby, on both counts! As always, we loves it when you visit us!
Oh Chey, life does not sound very fair at your house. You should be able to yak where every you so desire. Hope your day gets better.
Don’t they know that Chey Yak will someday be valuable? A collectiable even.
Chey, life can be real tuff sumtimes.
Happy belated valentine purrs for yoo all. Love Milo and Alfie xx
we feel ya. it stinks getting moved MID yak !
Life is Hard.
Oh man I came *this* close to yakking on the Woman the other day! She was in her chair and I was lounging on the back of it, and I started to urp, but she jumped up before I could hurl it onto her head and back.
The Younger Human was there, too, and he laughed his asterisk off because he didn’t think she could move that fast. But if I’d gotten her..it would have been EPIC…
Nothing worse than being moved when you are in the middle of a yak, at times like that you need to stay focussed.
It’s a hard life isn’t it Chey.
Oh Chey, only other meezers understand and we yowling at The Woman to do her duty.
Oh no, you must never run out of the flakes! I prefer the big pieces of flake to the little crumbs at the bottom, too.
Life is being really rough on you, Chey. You need to get your Mom going to get you more fishy flakes. Have you tried sharpening your claws on her legs? It works for me. I have never had any fishy flakes, but they sound delicious. Being moved mid-yak is just terrible. Yakking on the bed if you don’t get your new flakes sounds like a good plan to me.
Herman
Surprise her next time Chey!
heheheh
Do a sneak yak attack.
purrs
>^,,^<
Ping
Hello gorgeous Miss Gemini
Things are tough all over, Chey!