Mom’s still away, and oh yes, she will pay for abounding us. However, we’ve to admit that this “somebody-called-catsitter” thing turned out ok.
Mom hired two maids to serve us in her absence. One live-in maid and one live-out servant who’s compensating for the house maid when she’s off duty. It’s very difficult to find live-in servants nowadays, so we guess we’ve to accept that the live-in maid is not covering all days of Mom’s vacation.
That being said, we do require a certain standard. That’s me on the grand catwalk, demanding entertainment.
Now that’s working pretty well!
That way I can also show our new maids that I’m a very talented and dangerous predator, so they better treat me with respect – and don’t call me stupid.
Now after the hunting party, I’d expect a great feast for the feline aristocracy. It’s according the etiquette, isn’t it?