There used to be a time when this hotel was, well, not a five star place, but let's say a solid three star one.
Now it's struggling to even keep one star, and we are not talking the gold kind, it's more like bent and rusty these days and the gold paint is flaking off, too.
Granted, one of the owners left. He was responsible for early breakfast service and emergency food acquisition. On the other hand he was pretty lousy regarding late night cuddles, and often he seemed to think that he was the one who had power of decision when it's so obviously us. I don't see, however, how him leaving would change the overall performance that much.
Of course this rant has a particular reason. Yesterday staff snapped at me ... more than once. That is simply intolerable. All I wanted was to lie on her wrist or hang around on the shoulder, and she kept nagging "You are too heavy, baby, my arm is going numb." or "Stop digging your claws into my shoulder, that hurts, Mr Ponder." Worst of all was her unacceptable proposition to either go away or to have my claws clipped. What the ....???? Does she really think calling me "baby" makes this any more tolerable?
I wasn't the only one who was affected, though. My poor sister just took a sweet little nap in her TV chair when staff woke her up forcibly by poking her and then shoving her towards the footrest part of the chair. When confronted she said "I didn't shove her, I gently pushed, so I could get to my blanket. She was welcome to lie down on my legs once I was done." Sure, sure. And what about when Esme finally decided to take this poor offer and got reprimanded for, I quote, "putting your big butt on my wire spool". It was her head, not her butt, and it's a very cute and pretty round head.
Next Greebo tried to take his spot on the chair, or on the staff as she happens to fill up the chair once she's in it, and there she goes absolutely berserk and throws both of them off. Her excuse? "I had to get up." Well, get up, lady, but let (almost) sleeping cats lie!
Really bad is the food situation. Can you imagine that at this very moment when I am sitting here, writing this, starving slowly, all there is in the house are
- cat snack sticks (organic and absolutely inedible!!)
- cat snacks (that we don't eat)
- a small portion of dry food
- Esme's meds
I don't care if she keeps telling me that a big parcel will arrive later this day. She doesn't have to show me the e-mail saying that the parcel has been put into the mail truck, and there's no need to tell me that she would have gone to the store for an emergency buy if there had been any doubt about the food being delivered today. Along with the cat litter, by the way. We are on emergency litter at the moment. There are always a few bags of it, in case we run out of the regular stuff (organic, but in this case acceptable) for whatever reason (whatever reason = stuff being ordered too late). It's white and blue and it makes strange crackly sounds when you step on it. The verdict is still out on it.
Back to the food. Fact is that Meffi got the last mushy food and we others got so little dry food that I had to raid Meffi's plate when she was gone for a second and then throw everything up on the hallway floor. That obviously means that none of us had much food at all. Maybe I should say the word again, it's really important ... food.
Worst of all is this, though. The flying carpet won't start. AGAIN!!