Current mood:

unamused

Unamused
autopope has disappeared again and left that incompetent feorag to serve me. As usual, I am having to put up with food arriving at erratic times, and less than prompt cleaning of the litter tray. I have taken to crapping outside the tray as an expression of my disgust.

I think she might have spotted me running up the stairs the other day. Since then, I have been careful to walk gingerly, a little unsteady on my paws, in the hope that she will think she is mistaken and that she really saw the other cat who does not exist.

Update, 22:54: And now she is being even more unreasonable. She dumped a large amount of litter over the "gift" I made her, and left it a few minutes. Then she used a dustpan and brush to scoop it all into the tray, which she cleaned (at bloody last). The horror is that she is now using The Machine That Eats Kitties to deal with the few fragments of litter on the floor.