Drama King?

I have a cat that - mon Dieu, it hurts my head to think about it - yowls. Constantly. Halfpint (yes, that's his name ... I'm not changing it to protect the innocent because, well, he's not innocent damn it!) ... anyway, Halfpint has a horrid life. No one loves him, no one pets him, and he is horribly abused.

At least, that's the story if you listen to him.

He whines. A lot. If my mom his gone (his favorite person in the whole wide world), he'll spend the entire time telling you about it. It's cute and annoying all at once.

Well, yesterday morning, when I woke up, Halfpint came upstairs and kitty screamed at me. *blinks* I interpreted his cries as such:

Halfpint is on the list of top fifty people with the sucky-est lives. He wouldn't admit it, but I'm thinking he's somewhere in the middle. He did acknowledge that he's right above Napoleon and Anne Boleyn. So apparently his life isn't so bad as being banished nor so bad as having one's head cut off.

That's good news right? .... Well ....

See, he's right under Joan of Arc. *blinks* Yes, you read that right. My cat is one short step away from death and martyrdom.

*blinks again* Adeline had disappeared on vacation, but I'm starting to wonder if she snuck back for a short visit.