Cat gourmet

I've come back here after having a lovely shower, minus the hair of course. My cats are not very pleased with me though. I think they're hungry, no, let me rephrase that, they cannot be hungry since they have a supply of the best brand of cat food in town always available. But they are spoilt little creatures, especially the tiniest cat of the lot which will never grow up to an adult-sized cat seeing she is a mutant, the product of two incestuous cats, brother and sister. She might be small in size, but not in the vocal stakes. She also does not how to wait. And whenever it pleases her, she just comes up to me wailing. And that means, I have to stop whatever I'm doing and give her them the most expensive-on-the-market food which comes in pouches. These cats always have three course meals. They fare better then the patients at Mater Dei. But it's my fault. Because it was a strange theory I had and still adopt. These feline beauties didn't ask to come to me. They could have gone anywhere, probably on the streets. But since they came to me, then I have to give them the best. The best in everything. So off I go to obey the cats, mostly the tiniest cat in the house which falls just below 2 kg in weight. Sometimes truth is stranger then fiction.