Don't talk to me about turkey

No turkey at our home this Christmas, just a little chicken and some veggie stuff.  Oh and some steak.  And some cat biscuits.  And some milk.  And some catfood.  Oh, and some cat treats.  Not enough to keep a decent feline critter in full health. 

But it was interesting.  We cats got a present from Kerry, something to chase after, a red spot or something.  What the prize is for catching the red spot, I don't know.  I leave all that to sister Twinkle and the old dragon, Flash.  Auntie Ming thinks we will get salmon if we catch the red spot.  I'm happy to let them do the chasing and I'll just saunter up to snatch the salmon from them when they are successful.  My mother, Beryl le Feral, agrees but she'll have to move fast if she wants to deprive me of my food...

 

Mmmm, salmon....tuna....turkey

 

Catch the red spot, Twinkle - not the red paper.  No salmon in that parcel, I have already investigated it.

 

 

Nothing decent on television either.  No 'Lion King' or 'Call of the Wild'.  Even Cats the musical might entertain me, though their fashion sense is abysmal.

 

Guess I'll just have to make do with more chicken for tea tonight.  The old woman who provides the catering in this establishment is rummaging through the freezer for more interesting morsels but I shall hypnotise her into braving the shops once more to buy me the food I crave.  I'm pretty good at getting her to let me out and in whenever I want and into tickling my tummy when I'm in the mood.  It should be easy to train her to go shopping.....

 

 

Some background facts about El Bobo le Feral

 

This is a picture of me relaxing after a rather tasty fish supper.  Too soon to start the elaborate evening grooming rituals involving the attentions of my sister Twinkle le Feral and my mother Beryl le Feral.  Sometimes my auntie, Ming the Merciless of Longsight helps out.  My other aunt, Flash Gordon of Longsight, does not get involved in these necessary hygiene routines involving all the females of the family cleaning me and conditioning my fur.  Auntie Flash is suffering from a severe case of the evil eye and loses no opportunity to swear at me and smack me, if she can.

 

Mr Vet, the old family retainer specialising in cat medicine, says Auntie Flash is suffering from stress which is making her tear out her fur around her tail and we now have to endure the Feliway anti-stress air freshener every evening to calm the old dragon into letting me steal her supper.