Apparently, our garden isn’t ours anymore; pretty much annexed by this tabby autocrat. He’s a neighbour’s cat who visits daily as I envy his discipline. Perches on the fence or the shed roof. Of course! he has vantage points for passing judgement.
I am not impressed!
lower the vantage point, higher the judgement
There’s the disgusting human
‘Why. Peasants. Exist.’
‘where are my treats, servant?’
It’s frankly embarrassing that you’re the one with the opposable thumbs.
Here’s the crazy part, given we had pet cats earlier, we feed him cat treats. He comes right inside nowadays through the kitchen window and pretty much demands for food.
You’d think this would buy some loyalty, or at least a nice purr, right? Nope. Just an excercise in territorial rights and treat tax collection.
I will update this page further with more disdained looks.
Update: February 21, 2026
It’s official, the annexation is complete. The cat distribution system is real. He practically domesticates us now, and garden was just the beginning I guess. Now he has an indefinite leave to remain on the furniture too. Our corner table rug is full of his hair, and the bin is laden with empty wet- and dry-food packets. He spends most nights here, and it has been this way for more than a few months. I guess I don’t get to complain anymore given his purrs on me and especially given my ‘biscuits privileges’.
Yoga break? I will not say more.
Warm Laptop. Disappointing Productivity. Make Space.
Keep that wretched camera away!
Same face. Extra judgement.
