OK, people. Listen to what happened to ME this weekend. Entire staff left the house for an overnight trip on Saturday. Pug and I were served our wet dinner noms at 2 p.m. Saturday and did not get wet noms again until 1 p.m. on Sunday!
WHAT THE HELL?!!!
Seriously. Staff tried to lessen the impact by leaving us two big bowls of water and two overflowing bowls of dry food but that was no substitute for stinky wet noms, which we’re entitled to every 12 hours. Actually, we’re entitled to it more frequently but somehow staff has not gotten that memo.
But anyway. Are you guys with me? Is this not ridiculous?
So, they paid this morning. Oh, yes. They paid.
MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW started at 5:30 a.m. and did not let up for one full hour. I did not even go away for a little bit like I normally do. I stood there and meowed and rotated between the two of them.
I got pushed a few times.
I got a few butt scratches and “Romeo, just wait a little longer.”
But I was not having any of it. Meow, rotate. Meow, rotate. Meow, rotate.
A man on a mission.
Paw on face. Rotate. Paw on face. Rotate. Paw on face. Rotate.
Must show who is boss.
I also made sure to spray a little saliva in their faces when I meowed.
Persistent consistency works. Finally, those fools got up.
That should show them that 24-hour gaps in wet food delivery will not be tolerated. There are repercussions. Oh yes there are.
What atrocities has your staff committed lately and how did you make them pay?