Sometimes the bear wins

It's been a busy day at Minion Beta's workplace (something in the science line of things). Still, I managed to finish work on time and head home. I was met halfway home by Hula Girl out on her afternoon constitutional, which made the rest of the walk home much more enjoyable. Our resident Feline Overlord was sniffing around the neighbor's garden and looked somewhat guilty, although of what neither of us could tell.

Still, she accompanied us home and promptly started insisting on dinner. I wonder if she would prefer Tasty Beef in Gravy or Roast Chicken?

Some observations of the state of Feline Overlords

As remarked by Hula Girl, our resident Feline Overlord has many nom-de-plumes. "Her Highness Fluffball Fishbreath FloopyBelly the First" is her current expanded reign name. I could go on...

Ze Feline Overlord

The Feline Overlord in her younger years (she has just turned 40 in feline-equivalent years, around 7 of our inferior human time units) catching a nap after a long day of supervising her hapless minions. Why yes, I do write this blog for her. She finds the keyboard much more attractive to lie upon than to actually use. Plus, no opposable thumbs. It is the only reason she tolerates our existence, regarding us as fairly clever tin-opening and pats-dispensing... well.. minions.

Friday night, not at the movies.

Mostly because How to Train Your Dragon Two hasn't been released yet. Hula Girl is perched on the couch watching The West Wing (although perhaps flopped might be a better term). Feline Overlord has taken up residence next to  her and is fast asleep. Was fast asleep, until I dropped in for a snuggle. And received the Feline Overlord's Class 3 stare of "How dare you disturb me Minion". Eyebrows crisping, I decided discretion was the better part of valor and retreated to the kitchen.

Such is life in the domicile of the Feline Overlord and her two minions, myself and Hula Girl.

Wednesday evening, New Zealand Standard Time. Getting ready for bed. Feline Overlord is sleeping on her favourite fluffy blanket on the couch again. Interesting times to follow.

First Post

The start of something new? Or just the wild maundering of a crazy (eccentric I say!) minion for a single Feline Overlord (Pictured above). Hmm. Brief attack of writers block. Where o where is my gasoline-powered turbo-charged eight-cylinder writer's block wrecking machine. Must be in my other set of pants. Now, where did I leave th- Oh. In the wash. Damn. Back to the drawing board. Feline Overlord is currently sleeping on the fluffy blanket folded up on the comfy couch, from where she (Yes, Feline Overlord is a female, tabby/tortie moggy) can observe the den, lounge and kitchen. When she's not sleeping. Or preparing to sleep. Or something.

More later.