I have been working hard to get my dad on my side about the diet thing, and I think it is working! Yesterday he was watching my mum serve my breakfast, and he commented that I would waste away on so little food. My mum replied "Does this cat look like he is wasting away?", which I thought was rather unfeeling of her. This morning at dawn I targeted my dad with desperate pillow trampling and head-licking; then, when my servants took too long getting downstairs to feed me, I sat on the landing so they couldn't get in or out of the bathroom or bedroom without falling over me, and miaowed pitifully. (My best "starving kitty" routine). My dad said, "Poor Eric, look, he is so hungry, you're not feeding him enough." Hooray! I am getting him on my side! I reckon in a few days he will be feeling so sorry for me that he will be sneaking me lots of delicious treats while my mum is not looking.
In other news, we now have no less than sixteen Gorgeous Ginger kitties in our gang! And two of them are beautiful ginger girls - welcome Luna and Nala! All the blogging kitties seem to be joining gangs these days - of course the Tuxedo Gang started it, but now the black kitties are ganging up at House Panthers and the tabby kitties are getting together over at Attack of the Tabbies. We should really organise some sports or quizzes or something so we can compete in our teams!
My mum was walking home today when, at the other end of our road, she was pounced from behind a hedge by a Gorgeous Ginger kitty she had never seen before. He (or she) seemed to enjoy a few strokes and scritches. When my mum arrived home I could smell from her hands that she had been unfaithful to me with a strange kitty. Bah.