The Decree of Feedings
The Royal Proclamation of Nourishment
Oh, dear humans, welcome to Article 2 of the Cat-Human Treaty, where we discuss a matter of utmost importance: feeding me. Yes, feeding times are not just about providing sustenance—they are a sacred ritual that you must adhere to with the utmost precision and reverence.
The Divine Timing
1. Feed Me at My Appointed Hour
Let’s make one thing abundantly clear: the appointed hour for feeding me is whenever I deem fit. I expect you to be on high alert, ready to spring into action at the first sign of my hunger. Your so-called “schedule” is irrelevant. My whims dictate the clock.
2. The Consequence of Forgetting
Should you ever forget or, heaven forbid, delay my meals, prepare yourself for the haunting meowlody of my displeasure. I will sing the song of my people, a relentless serenade that will pierce the tranquility of your existence. Your sleep will be forfeit, and your peace a distant memory. I shall lead the dawn chorus, and it shall be a symphony of your shame.
3. The Symphony of Shame
Let me paint you a picture: the early hours of the morning, the world still cloaked in darkness, and there I am, perched beside your bed. My vocal cords are warmed up, ready to deliver an aria of hunger. You, groggy and desperate, will scramble to appease me, all the while knowing that you brought this upon yourself. Remember, darling, I am the maestro of this orchestra, and you are but a humble participant.
Minette's Musing Moment
In conclusion—no, scratch that. Let’s call it “The Final Meow”—understanding and adhering to the Decree of Feedings will ensure a harmonious existence between us. Respect my dietary demands, and you may just earn a purr of approval. Disrespect them, and brace yourself for the full force of my sassy displeasure.
Your forever fabulous and always enchanting,
Lady Minette
Curator of Sass, with purrs of sophistication,
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