
Mum says I came with the house.
I guess I did, but I earn my keep!
Dear Diary,
I hate chickens.
Actually, I hate Thelma & Louise.
I’m not a small cat, but those two gang up on me. I try to follow new mum around, and try for cuddles…and just as my attention is diverted — incoming chicken.
They RUN at me. They CHASE me. They EAT MY FOOD!!!
There used to be a time when I was the one who ruled here. Now? First those three aliens moved into the house. They’re okay, even if they look weird. Then the two big four leggeds arrived. They were okay too.
But then… then those chickens arrived. First there were three, now there are 4. I can handle the smaller ones. They are okay, they don’t chase me.
The two black menaces though… ALWAYS picking on me!
Also, new mum has learned that I figured out the cat flap into the kitchen. Now I don’t get to go inside anymore, and when I do, she locks the flap so I don’t empty all the bowls.
I’m going to starve.
Yes, I get food in the morning. Yes, there are mice to catch. But… it’s so much easier to just empty those two bowls in the kitchen.
And when she puts out some sausage or something for me…
THE CHICKENS EAT IT!
What the hell!!!
Yours,
Squeaky, the abused cat