I haven’t posted lately and that’s just too bad minions; I don't want to hear any moaning, whining, bitching or complaining about it.
I’ve had things to do.
And my human has been behaving VERY badly (so what else is new)
She keeps going out to play in that cold, nasty white stuff.
The only white stuff I want is the whipped cream off of her mocha.
I always make sure to lick my butt before doing this.
But here’s one of the highlights of my week. My human’s friend Amber has been reading my holiday letters for years.
Being that I’m an enigma and all, the first thing she asked when she came into the house on Sunday morning was “Where’s the cat”.
Well I was hiding from you dipshit; where did you think I was?
She called, begged and pleaded with me to come out. I made a brief appearance when my human shook my food bag, and even sauntered into the living room when they were all seated.
But as soon as Amber got in between me and the doorway, it was all over, I bolted.
When will humans learn.
Everything is on MY terms.
You get to worship me when, where and how I decide.
Stoopid humans.
~BadKitty
