Every Saturday morning, her majesty walks around the house meowing because she knows it's the day she gets canned food. (And Sundays, which are, to her, second Saturday.) This morning, I decided to document the fun. While I was taking pictures, and she was dancing around keeping up a constant stream of meowing I happened to tell her that I didn't appreciate her catness... which led to today's post title.
So, without further ado, here's our version of The Hungry Games....
(I didn't get pics of the start of the Games, wherein she paced in the kitchen merowring while the Hubs asked her "What Day Is It?" like the commercial camel and then I sang "It's Kitty Tuna Time" which brought her running into the office.)
First off, she shows me exactly where her food should be placed...
"Is Fancy Feast Turkey and Giblets acceptable to you, madam?"
She'll eat part of it, go sleep and then come back later for more.
Thus ends today's Hungry Games. Not quite as exciting as the movie or the book, but we work with what we have here. ;o)