Allie: Brace yourselves.
Today's post is - well - it's rather shocking, I know.
Every fashionable feline understands that a proper meal is to be served on a dish commensurate to one's tastes.
Yet while Mother stole Father away last weekend, what appeared before my very eyes?
That's right, Gentle Readers. Paper. Our human brother served me on a common paper plate.
Maxwell: Uhhh, Allie. At least it was a Hallmark --
Allie: *sighhh* Oh Maxie. Sometimes brothers are best seen and not heard.
Maxwell: But it was silver and everyth--
Allie: Maxwell, please have the good sense to stop talking now and let someone with style and taste make the judgement call on this, hmmm?
As I was saying... common paper, as opposed to the antique crystal platter I am accustomed to dining on.
Allie: Case in point. Elegant, classic, understated. And it complements me perfectly.
At least Jen, the cat sitter, had the good sense to serve me properly. I can see she has potential, Mother. At least you did something right.