Hello Mortal Creatures Who Gain Importance by Having Thumbs to work the Can Opener,
As my so called owner is away displaying stuff at the What a Woman Wants Show at someplace called the South Towne Expo center…why in the world do human’s spell that with an E anyway….I am a cat left to her own devices.
I expect to spend the weekend sunning myself in whatever sunbeams there may be. Though the foolish mortal on the big talky box says there may be rain. I scowl in his general direction and will shred his pants given an appropriate opportunity.
If I am bereft of sunbeam I shall jump on the counter, which I am not supposed to do, but dammit it’s the highest surface in the house I can reasonably jump on to survey my domain. As they do expect me to do things such as catch and eat bugs, mice, birds and other things I do not see why they do not allow me a proper perch. One day I will eat them I tell you! One toe at a time!
Ahem… I might have gotten a little ahead of myself there.
I shall eat kitty kibble… I am told it is not as good as Fruitivia, but as said so called owner will not feed me Fruitivia how am I supposed to know? I do know that eating raspberry jalapeno sauce burnt my nose.
And I suppose when I am not stalking, eating or pouncing on the counter I may allow the other mortal here to pet me, pamper me and pay me due respect.
It’s hard to be the cat…but someone has to do it.