Woe is me. The weather is beautiful, and the doors and windows are open. Unfortunately, I don't have opposable thumbs, and can't get outside. I've sat at the door and called and sung for hours. I chose a Pink Floyd song that begins with "is there anybody out there?" I guess in human speak this comes out only as "meow, meow, meow." I'd scratch the screen off the door, but my claws have been removed... I could shred this screen so fast, there would be nothing but hair sized wire if I had my claws. Apparently, there was a concern when I was young(er) that I might damage furniture. Please. If you don't want me to sharpen my claws on furniture, buy metal furniture.

I was severely insulted by the neighbor cat. I stood up in the window showing not only my prodigious size, but my willingness to play. Pressed behind the screen, Curly looked at me and ran. I was the Cat in the Bubble. What's wrong with him? Is he contagious? Is he going to be ok? Please. I stared at my paws and willed the claws to grow. There is nothing wrong with me, and I'm upset to be seen in that light. I ran to another window and called to Curly, but he was still nervous. He went back to the door, and I sped back so we could have a conversation. Unfortunately, he wasn't very bright, and couldn't understand my directions for opening the door for me. Criminy, he could even climb the screen and press the button with his nose. I'd push from my side, and I'd have freedom. But, no. He was worried that if I left my bubble his claws would vanish.

Well, I guess I have to be content with the life I have, and I'll poop somewhere inappropriate to make my point...



Lilo the Cat Oppressed