Privacy

Mom tries for this privacy thing. It's over-rated. She should not close doors in my face, I want to be able to go in and out as I please...and I please to do that many times in a row.

When she does this horrible thing to me, I have to show my displeasure.

I've been a busy cat this week, it's warmer out, so I don't want to snuggle as much, but I sure do appreciate all the openings of my viewing places (mom calls them windows) so I can sniff outside. I even went out the other day to "outside" and took my sister with me. She seems to like it out there, but the slaves don't let her out much.

They let that smelly dog in today again. It wouldn't play with me. Stupid dog. My sister wasn't impressed with it either, she even tried to hiss at it. I mean, look at that tail, it's twice as big as she is.

Well, it's time to lull the slaves into thinking I'm going to behave before cruising the counter and deciding what food to ruin for them today. It's been the bread lately.

Later!

Monster