After staying up half of the night from prowling, Britain cat was once again exhausted and curled up in the cat bed by the fireplace. He was having a pleasant dream, until three little pest showed up and turned the dream into a nightmare. Why did he feel so sensitive towards them? He didn't understand why, they just bothered him. In all honesty, they started making the Cat nervous ever since the bed stealing from last night.

Thankfully, a pleasant smell woke him and he opened his cute green eyes. He noticed the morning sun shining brightly through the curtains. He stood up and stretched all four legs out one at a time and trotted to the kitchen. He peeked around the corner and saw his master making breakfast. The Cat took a big whiff of that breakfast smell and purred. It smelled good, and best of all the kittens were not around! If he was lucky, he may have first dibs!

His tactics always worked. He walked up to his master and began purring as he rubbed himself around his master's legs. Human Britain looked down and smiled.

"Good morning, Watson. Hungry, are you?"

As if to answer, the Cat meowed and lied down on his back like he was begging. To add to the cuteness, he even flicked his tail back and forth to look extra adorable.

Human Britain chuckled.

"Alright, but just one," he said as he tossed the cat a biscuit. Works every time!

The Cat stood up from the floor and his mouth began to drool. But before he could eat the delicious goodness, the trio of kittens suddenly appeared and snatched up the biscuit before Britain Cat even had a chance!

"HEY!" the cat hissed. "That's MY biscuit! MINE, got it?!" he chased after the little kittens, but they escaped. Lucky for them!

Human Britain sat down with his breakfast plate, and began to get comfortable. Britain Cat meowed as he looked up at his master and began rubbing himself against his legs. He did his best to look cute. Human Britain looked down and noticed the cat's look. He shook his head.

"Sorry, fella. You've already had your biscuit." Well, he clearly didn't notice the kittens taking the older cat's treat. "Oh, yes, that's right!"

Human Britain suddenly remembered he had to feed the cats. He felt stupid for nearly forgetting. He gathered four dishes and began pouring the food in them. The kittens gathered around the human as they each waited for their turn. Britain cat was more well behaved and certainly didn't whine. He waited patiently for his master to feed him.

When Human Britain finally put down the cat dish in front of his cat, the Cat could only stare down at the food in horror. No tuna! Not even milk! No, it wasn't even catnip! It was dry, yucky, smelly CAT FOOD!

He smelled tuna, though. Then he realized that the kittens each had tuna! What about him?!

He felt really jealous and looked down at the food with a scowl. Like he was going to eat this crap!

With a growl of disgust, Britain Cat pushed the dish away with his nose and literally gagged. He was a bit of a picky eater, but he had grown up spoiled.

Hearing his cat gag, Human Britain looked up from the newspaper and noticed his cat walking out of the room.

"Oh, are you not hungry?" he called after him. How stupid could a human be?! Of course he wasn't hungry, the cat food spoiled his appetite!

He really hoped those kittens will soon be gone. He plopped down on his cat bed and laid his ears back, he felt so angry.