16. Rebellion
I have a rebellion on my hands.
Marty wont eat his Whiskas.
During the night he sucked up the jelly
But he refuses to eat the meat.
This is proper cat thinking.
He suspects me of trying to poison him.
Kittens gobble up the lot.
They dont complain.
Marty eats his food during the night
And if his plate is empty in the morning
I often give him a tiny tin of tuna
As a bonus.
But not today.
He wants me to throw away his uneaten Whiskas
And there is still a half-tin to come in the cupboard.
Nothing doing.
I will try and starve him out.
But cats always win at these games.
Marty is grownup and it is rebellion.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
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