How else would Cybil want to eat her din-din?
Know your place, Lio!
Unless you want Cybil to cause your clothes harm
Much easier if Lio poured in a shot of gin onto her food!
Dogs have owners, cats have staff. Or in Cybil’s case, servants.
Does Her Highness require anything else?
A can of caviar, perhaps?
Cats were worshiped as gods in ancient Egypt, and THEY never forgot it.
I can’t blame Cybil – she works up quite a sweat walking over to her bowl, not to mention while eating.
Was that fan made from feathers belonging to birds that Cybil killed herself?
Just a summarize on how the cat and human relationship is really like.
“…Send out for scotch, boil me a crabCut me a rose, make my tea with the petalsJust hang around, pick up the tabNever out think me, just mink mePolar bear rug me, don’t bug meNew Thunderbird me, you heard meI’m getting hungry, peel me a grape…”-Dave Frishberg, “Peel Me a Grape”
It is a rare privilege for Lio to be Fan Bearer and Operator By Appointment to Her Royal Highness. (Or else!)
ALL HAIL HER MAJESTY, THE GRAND EXALTED EMPRESS OF CATOTOPIA… CYBIL THE GIN-DRINKING CANNON-FIRING PAPER-SHREDDING MICE-CATCHING FLESH-EATING GUN-TOTING LIO-OWNED SQUID-ALLIANCED DOG-ENEMY I-DO-NOT-WANT-CAT-FOOD I-WILL-FIRE-CANNONS-AT-LIO-IF-I-WILL-IN-ORDER-TO-NOT-HAVE-THAT-CAT-FOOD IF-I-MUST-HAVE-CAT-FOOD-LIO-MUST-WAVE-A-PALM-LEAF-OVER-ME-AND-ACT-UNSATISFIED-AND-MAYBE-I-WILL-STILL-NOT-EAT-IT-WHY-DID-TASTESLIKECHICKEN-DECIDE-TO-GIVE-ME-SUCH-A-LONG-TITLE-I’M-OUT-OF-HERE