Ange and the lummox had salmon for tea last night. Fresh, tasty, juicy salmon fillets that were cooked to purrfection (see what I did there). You can imagine no doubt my excitement as they prepared the meal, expectantly waiting for a huge piece of the fish to be placed and exquisitely presented in my bowl.
Well...
It didn't happen. No, they sat and gorged themselves until they could barely stand whilst I sat on the roof giving them the cold shoulder until I could stand it no longer. I put my head through the pigeon box and gave them the meowing of a lifetime. This finally galvanised them into action. Well, Ange at least. The bearded idiot just continued to sit on his fat arse and laugh about how cute I looked. Of course I do, everybody knows that, I don't need that oaf to remind me! But Ange gave me some salmon. She brought it out to me whilst I waited and tapped my paw impatiently on the roof.
This put her in my good books (for now) but as for the lummox, I made his night a misery by hogging his side of the bed and taking as much of the quilt as I could. Next time fat boy bring me some salmon! Or better still, cook three pieces. You have been warned!
Salmon indeed!!!
P x
