Look, its not my fault I’m a grumpy cat.
I’ve told them time and time again that I don’t like tinned cat food. Where is my chicken human? I sit on your lap, allow myself to be petted. I even teach you to hunt. Do you listen to me when there is a bird or mouse on the lawn. No, you scream at me and swipe me with a broom to get me away. Then you let the thing fly away.
I’m on hunger strike until my rights are brought back.
What do I want – chicken.
When do I want it – Meow!