By AbbyWell. You would think the Slaves would do a better job. I didn't even get any food until Slave 1 got out of bed an hour later than Slave 2.
I happen to know that this is Christmas, and people sing songs with the word "adore" in it. There's also reference to a King. It must be a holiday for Royalty.
I stood under the tree for minutes waiting for the slaves to arrive and honor me with gifts. Instead, they gave boxes to each other. Then Slave 3 went to a large sock hanging over the fireplace and bestowed a gift upon me: Treats. Well. It was about time.
Slave 2 ruined a perfectly good bird by cooking it. I condescended to eat some of the meat, but I would have preferred to prepare the bird in my own way.
Slave 1 was given a flying thing for My amusement. I have to admit it was fun at first, but when it got close enough to ruffle my fur I left the room. Slave 2 seems to have something to help her with cat pictures.
Time to go sleep off the bird.