Yet again, an unacceptable breakfast!
I woke Mum up very nicely and not too early, at half past eight, by meowing until she made room for me, then lying on her, purring in her face and allowing myself to be stroked and cuddled. So, in return for this love, do I get a delicious breakfast?
No! I get fish AGAIN! Bo-ring!
I hope this picture of me eating dull old biscuits in preference to the even duller fish gives her the right message!
PS Mum, you also need to dust this skirting board and you could get rid of the spilt biscuits while you were at it.