Many mouses have passed since my last blog. I have asked so many times my funny two legged friend to write it on my behalf, but he has totally ignored me...
The life for a female cat is not that good, isn't it? You get ravished by big tom cats with missing ears as soon as you go out, and then ignored when you got back home. I use to sit on his rather comfortable lap and manicure my claws on his legs when I was little, but know he is rarely around for me to do that again. Mind you, it is nice to have public transport within the flat, as I go from one room to the other on his shoulders and then I get my food delivered specially by him.
By the way, if you have wondered why this blog is not pink with flowers and things like that, that is because I am not, and not ever, a pinky cat. In fact, my favourite past time is to provoke him to a fight, and he always obliges, and he gets the worst of it after I have scratched his strange paws with my razor sharp claws...
The life for a female cat is not that good, isn't it? You get ravished by big tom cats with missing ears as soon as you go out, and then ignored when you got back home. I use to sit on his rather comfortable lap and manicure my claws on his legs when I was little, but know he is rarely around for me to do that again. Mind you, it is nice to have public transport within the flat, as I go from one room to the other on his shoulders and then I get my food delivered specially by him.
By the way, if you have wondered why this blog is not pink with flowers and things like that, that is because I am not, and not ever, a pinky cat. In fact, my favourite past time is to provoke him to a fight, and he always obliges, and he gets the worst of it after I have scratched his strange paws with my razor sharp claws...
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