The Housing Development Board’s feline population has officially transitioned from pest control to high-maintenance ornamental furniture.

Resident felines are now reportedly demanding air-conditioning and premium wet food before even considering a twitch of a whisker at passing rodents.

“Wah lao, my cat see the rat, he just close eyes and sleep one corner,” said local resident Mdm Tan.

“The rat even steal his kibble, and this ginger fellow just go ‘meow’ like asking for more gravy, damn sianz.”

Experts suggest that years of being coddled in three-room flats have turned these former apex predators into fluffy, entitled property owners.

The rats, sensing the total lack of initiative, have begun subletting void deck corners to cockroaches for passive income.

“I don’t get paid enough to chase that fat thing,” hissed a local tabby via a feline-to-Singlish translator.

“Unless got luxury condo upgrade, I stay here and shake leg only lah.”