4.00 p.m.
Lucifer: Mum, it's dinner time.
Pand: No, it isn't.
4.15 p.m.
Lucifer: Mum, it's dinner time.
Pand: No, it isn't.
4.30 p.m.
Lucifer: Mum, can I have my dinner?
Pand: No, darling, it's not six'o'clock.
This went on. I was trying to get some work done, but every five minutes or so somebody (read small black house demon) was coming up, sticking his claws into my leg and demanding dinner.
I fed him his wet food at 5.30 p.m. after having enough of his histrionics.
Ten minutes later:
Lucifer: I want some treats.
Pand: You've just had your dinner.
Lucifer: But I want treats!
Pand: But I don't have any. I'll get some when I do the food shopping after the gym.
Lucifer: But I want some treats!
Pand: I can't give you anything I don't have.
Lucifer: You're a bad mother. I want treats.
Pand: Sweetie, you've just had your dinner.
Lucifer: But I want treats. NOW!
Is this what it's like to be a parent? If so, I didn't sign up for it.
Postscript: I purchased some cat treats, the ones he really likes (Fussy Cat Crunchers) and got home. I found him asleep under his blanket. The treats, it seems were forgotten.
Cats! Who'd have them?
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