Good morning to my people!!

Good morning my loyal subjects!! I have had a good nights rest and I am ready to tackle another day of ruling my kingdom......but before I do, I feel though I must inform you of some of the occurrences that transpired last night......While comfortably reanimating in my environmentally controlled safety chamber in which I sleep in (I posted a picture here in upper right). My keen sense of hearing and intuition alerted me of some possible wrong doings. I composed myself and made it seem I was still in my slumber, as to not alert the hooligans responsible for my arousal......and in doing so, I found Poppi using the "Royal opener of metal cylinders" on a rather small can of some sort. In doing so, the gatos were all in some form of mental trance to his every movement, it was like some sort of mind controlling device that caused the lower thinking gatos to freak out!!! I am lucky enough to be blessed with a natural inhibitor to any type of mind controlling devices, so it's power was completely useless on me so there is no reason to panic.....As Poppi completed the task of opening this chamber of mystery, he emptied the contents of this evil into a bowl and added some of this white gooey substance they call mayo....it is actually pretty good stuff, I have them put it on the floor at times in minute amounts in order for me to comfortably enjoy it's taste and offering....Now for some reason the next sequence of events happened in a blur. Poppi was suddenly overcome by Terrance (the fat gato) and as Poppi was being diverted, the other 2 gatos Bob and Emily hastily attacked the substance in the bowl and in doing so, it fell upon Poppi who was gallantly defending himself, while on his back on the floor, against the onslaught of powerful kitty extra toes blows from the possessed Terrance. I could not, because of my vantage point, see what happened next, but I can tell you that upon my awakening this morning, Poppi had a few new additions to his list of physical injuries this morning and was walking with a limp. I have not seen any of the gatos and it is upsetting they have not greeted their leader and King this morning with good praise, but I am told by the slow one Otis, that they have been remanded to solitary confinement within the confines of the dungeon until a royal investigation can be headed up by Mommi to put closure on this obvious traumatic experience. My royal security camera captured this image of the incident.

But for now, I will enjoy some breakfast, maybe go out to check my borders for any compromises while depositing my royal excrement. Maybe then turn on uni vision for my soap operas. What I can tell you, is that whatever this evil mind controlling substance was, it left behind a very formidable salty scent with a hint of fishy fishy....when my royal crime scene investigators have pinpointed it's origin and ingredients, I will pass on it's full description to my royal subjects in hopes of alleviating future "unwanted" circumstances.

I leave you for now and remember to praise your King Alonte!!!!