Ronnie likes Rowntrees

I found the mums almost two fat-moon times ago and I have hardly grown at all. Even when I bigger my hair up, the other cats just laugh at me.
So I eat and I eat, and I eat. Anything and everything. I like bread and chocolate and bananas and chips and - well - everything. I even stealed one of Bigmums fruit pastilles and would had eaten it even though it sticked my teeth but Littlemum pulled it out of my mouth.
I am fast and I am clever.
Every time the Mums put their hands close to the ground, I pounce and claw their hands and fingers in case they have food.
When they lift their hands and go ouch, I dig my claws in harder and try to climb up their arms. And when they go close to the Hambox I climb right up their bodies.
The Mums dont think any of this is clever and try to pull me off but I hold on as hard as I can. 'Ronnie, stop that,' they say. 'Ouuuuch' and they put me outside and make me cry cos I'm only little and I only want to grow.
I leave pretty red spots and lines on the Mums skin where my claws have been, but the Mums dont like it.
They say that the only thing that has grown is my claws and that they should have called me Slasher.
I did make Littlemum smile the other day though. She got a big bunch of leaves out of the Hambox to make her food. One big leaf, well - bigger than me, anyway, fell to the floor. Immediatly I sprang into action, killing it and munching on it. 'Oh Ronnie' she laughed - you can't eat lettuce. But I can, and I did.
When she told Bigmum, Bigmum said 'Ha, lettuce prey'. And Litttlemum groaned.