Of course, there is a sequel to the last Caturday. Or - what sequel? It's just the way we live, the way our three princes rule us. Maybe this happens every winter. Every winter they eat so much, that's clear. But whether they come home every winter for breakfast and dinner already fed, or whether they never come at all, that I cannot remember.
In any case, almost every attempt to teach them something, to teach them a lesson, to train them, ends up perhaps in training me, on their part.😹 Maybe that's why I can't accept that some three animals are spinning me on their little finger, meowing like they're going to die, so loud, and then it turns out they're not hungry. Or they don't come for breakfast at all, and when they come 2 hours later they pretend to be super hungry again, but they really aren't. So for a while now I just don't feed them when they show up so late, thinking I'm teaching them a lesson. Well, that's not true, of course, no lessons can be taught to our lords, the three garden princes, who only do what they want, all three, in their own radically different ways.
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