Sometimes we just have to kick ’em in the arse!
Apparently the Skinbag has changed his role at work. Now it means (according to him) that I’ll have to get used to some whole new feeding regime. Pfft I’ll shred something serious before I let him tell me when I am getting fed or not. I gather it will mean more of that plastic stuff going into his little plastic card thingy, which means I can finally get the skinbag to buy better food, and more of it, and a few creature comforts.
I have presented him with the following list:
- Better food (I’d say more eggs & chicken at the least)
- A nice cushion for infront of the heater
- An electrically warmed cushion for on the desk in the study
- A remote controlled Furbag Door
- A laptop so I can use the internet on the kitchen table
- Some other skinbag(s) that can stay in the bed to warm my paws while he’s out in the slave pit paying for all of the above.
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