Nowadays, Mr Zurik wants to eat with everyone else.
As usual, Timmy finishes his food in 15 seconds flat.
Does he even chew his food, I wonder...
He looks "pitiful" as he sits in the litter box and looks at everyone eating, but please be assured that he gets a fair portion of food that commensurates with his nutritional needs (in fact, he gets more Primal than anyone else).
This is cruelty, locking me inside the cage, giving me...what-do-you-call-it some Hara Hachi Bu nonsense diet and making me watch others eat. It's downright cruelty and I am going to lodge a complaint.
And while the Patio Family is eating, I quickly go out to see if Willy has come.
Oh me, oh my...the king is on his throne.
We are looking majestic, aren't we?
And as the sunshine filters through the trees, His Royal Majesty obliges with a few bites.
As he eats, the Patio cat-people all come out to look, including Mr Zurik, but today, Mr Zurik did not make any attempt to bully anyone. Everyone was in the porch except...
...Timmy, who was still in the cage. I let him out (after I collect all the bowls, leaving only one with hardly any scraps).
I run out to check again. Willy is eating in peace. Now, where is Mr Zurik?
The Russian was nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps it is because our Stormtrooper was on guard on high ground, looking out for the new king.
Assisted by Dame Heidi, who is no pushover.
Together, Vincent and Heidi form the Royal Tabby Regiment. Just the two of them. Cats, unlike humans, do not need a battalion to get the work done.
And they provide protection to the new king.
Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
I can listen to this a thousand times, and yet it never fails to move me.