I just found out that Gray and Sam, my fellow Party Cats, have been using our TFS as a digital mouthpiece to spew drivel about themselves for all and sundry to view. they are such inane attention-mongers. I am under a bed most of the time, you see, and rarely deign to take notice of anything going on around me. Why should I? I am surrounded by complete idiots (especially that dolt Sam) in a hideous place called Grandma Slave's House.
Well, I hate it here. I hated that other place we lived, too. And the one before that. The one highlight of my week has been puking a large mound of barely digested kibble on TFS's bed. I must admit, I place it particularly well, so that it seeped off the blanket and onto the sheets, requiring the whole set of bed linens to be changed. Score!
Mostly ignoring you,
Nala
2 comments:
Dear Nala,
Why are you filled with so much hate?
Sincerely,
Snuggles
Move to meankittys house [if you hate your own that bad and if you can escape]. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Or you can come to mine!
WARNING: We have two DOGS. They are small DOGS. But still
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