Of Egypt and The Slave

People say that in ancient Egypt, cats were worshipped as Gods and Goddesses. Why? Because they were a surefire way to get rid of vermin (rodents) that would infest the granary where harvest of the day would be stockpiled. You see, those days, the people worked in fields or construction sites owned by the Pharaohs and in turn, they get fed by the Pharaohs. So who do you think built the pyramids? Aliens? It was the people, whether freedmen or slaves. Oh, why am I blabbering about Egypt now? That's because there's a real concern about the fate of animals there (especially pets and zoo animals) now that the country is in turmoil. Read all about it at Aunty Caren's blog (click on her name to link) and dig deep into your pockets.

Now, back to present day, as the queen/princess/darling of the household, I'm actually entitled to have a pet of my own. Hey...I didn't invent this rule, Mama did. So, I do have one but I usually refer to him as my slave. Most of you may have met him. His name is Brad. Yeah...that spoilt brat. You wanna see how he looked like when he first came into my life? Before he turned into this really annoying boy? Before he turned my life upside down? OK OK.... see for yourself.

That was how he looked like the first time I met him. First impression: demure.

Looked quite innocent then. Yeah...what an actor.

I thought he looked kinda cheeky and mischievous here.   

Hmm....Brad thinks he looks super cute in this pix.

Brad: Auw....thank you Angelina. That's so sweet of you. I'll be your slave furr-ever and ever and ever.
Angelina: *vomits*
Brad: Hey! That's mean.
Angelina: Slave, clean that carpet now.
Brad: Mama, Angelina is bullying me.
Mama: Kits! Enough. Go to sleep.