In the continuing saga about room mates, I thought speak on the aspects of 'food sharing'.
After all (don't you agree) this is not unlike human children and sibling rivalry (giggling with paw on hip).
Being the ultimate Diva of my kingdom and calling all the shots, it can be quite surprising when your own food gets stolen (right under the hands of the lady in waiting....how does that happen (looking peeved...I ask you)!!!.
My morning started off with usual, routine of warm milk, stretches, ablutions, going though my agenda with my PR person and organizing staff, making sure we are all on MY page.
|No question "Alpha" is best|
I heard the familiar dinner gong ......food (well my stomach usually let me know before then -- LOL). Ah yes....perhaps "Pheasant Under Glass or (Paw)". With anchovies an an appetizer??? (lips smacks, tongue moves from side to side like a pendulum in purfect rhythm). Not like those humans with unpredictable wind screen wipers -- ah ha that is where the word "intermittent" was developed on purpose
|Knight delights - feast NOT famine!|
My "Giddy Aunt" my food is gone........my 'Lady in Waiting' didn't see anything......????
|The "Royal We" is not AMUSED|
|Opps...caught "after the fact"|
I will do the "Royal Diva"
and make my rounds......
|Diva Queen gets the spoils|
One has to simply know where to look ......."a sprat to cat a mackerel" (small expenditure made, or a small risk taken, in the hope of a large or significant gain, recorded from the mid 19th century).
Besides which, I order the food stores anyway LOL (wink wink)!!
Well MY Darlings......