Originally posted by QueenScoopalot
I rescue you from the streets after your so called owners abandon you, and you have the nerve to shock me by giving birth to four kittens five days later, and you're FUSSY? You snub the food I give you to keep you and your babies nourished, but that boiled chicken just made your night huh? I guess I'm a slave all right...bring on the ball and chain please!

Downstairs mama's name should be Miss Fussy!
Dear Silly Hooman ~
While it is true, that during my unfortunate misadventure on the streets, I was forced to eat out of gutters and garbage cans, I see no need to keep such low standards.

During my stay with you, I will require at least 3 meals a day. My preferences would be: veal, lobster, poached salmon, but "sigh" I can make do with chicken, if I have to.

You understand that our arrangement is on trail basis, don't you? If at anytime, I feel I am not served up to my standards, I will be forced to let you go and seek a home elsewhere.

Just so we're clear. I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. You are here to serve!

And, that's Princess Fussy to you!