6 years ago
Monday, August 04, 2008
Lo, It Is a Dark Day Indeed
These are times of treachery and betrayal, readers. The traitorous Dr. Crazy has allowed the Interloper to return, and I, the Man-Kitty, do not - do NOT, I say! - approve. Angry and afraid, I have barely been able to take care of the most basic necessities of life, and my bathing schedule has been thrown off completely. I lie here - near the door, at the point in the abode furthest from that dastardly fiend whom my mother seems to enjoy so greatly - and I seethe.
I have no allies here. The young Mr. Stripey does not recognize the Interloper as an evil, evil enemy to kittenkind. Oh no. Mr. Stripey thinks he's just fabulous. He's all, "Let's play, Interloper! I love you, Interloper! You're the most fun, Interloper!" And he slept just fine, thank you very much, and rather than plot with me, he claims that it's his duty to "be cute." I realize this seems difficult to fathom, so I provide you with evidence:
He would also like to note that he feels that he has grown to the size of an actual cat. I believe that this is debatable.
Readers, please, support me in my hatred of the Interloper. Those whom I have loved most have forsaken me. Mr. Stripey and Dr. Crazy think that the Man-Kitty needs to "get over it" and they refuse to acknowledge my complaints with any sort of seriousness. The Interloper is the only one who seems upset at my deep, deep loathing of him, but this gives me only very little satisfaction. I do not want his disquiet so much as his annihilation. And yet, I am but a small cat. How shall I accomplish this without reinforcements? Please join forces with me as I prepare to do battle. Or, at least, wish me luck.