My humans are rude. - Diary of a Fat Cat

At least they tried to hide it from me that Charlie was getting fed all the time at first. I mean, I knew what was going on. They would put me in the room and give King Charlie as much food as he wanted. But at least they tried to shield me from what was happening. I respected that (ever so slightly).

Now they just feed him right in front of me. Then, they wait for me to try to take it—as is my right—and then they snatch me from the cusp of delicious glory and put me in the room. Rude.

Then they wonder why I relish in stealing all other luxuries from Charlie. No, you can’t sit on the comfy scratching lounge. Oh, did you want to lay on the new plush blanket? Sorry, Charlie.