I often wonder how Lord Dudley Mountcatten manages to looks pudgy when the silly cat actually eats very little. Maybe half a Fancy Feast tin in the morning and another half at night… on a good day. Sometimes he just turns his nose up and walks away.

He won’t eat fish, or treats, or any human food. He won’t eat anything sliced, diced or shredded. The husband laughs at my attempts to stimulate his Royal highness’s appetite… and it’s not uncommon to see me following the little bugger around the house at mealtime with a bowl of food and a spoon. ( the cat, not the husband )

So when Lord Dudley recently expressed an interest in being fed on the laundry room windowsill?

.

.

His loyal minion obeyed and fed him on the laundry room windowsill.

.

.

Dinner with a view, you can’t blame him. And I’d already covered the dryer with a soft towel for his comfort… so why not?

.

.

Well, that wasn’t necessary.

.

.

No. Not spoiled at all…

😉

.