I am very upset with myself... I have let my control of the world spin out of control. I've become so... so... domestic... I still know that I am wild at heart. Take this morning, for instance. After a night spent sleeping between the legs of the tall two-legged one (not at all comfortable, I woke up frequently to tell him to stop moving his legs while he slept), I yawned, walked around the house, and returned to have a snuggle session with the short two-legged human. At the appropriate time, she got up and fed me canned food. I love tuna. Not real tuna, but the stuff they put in cans especially for cats. Well, after struggling with that wait, I went into Daddy's new bedroom. It's really quite nice, despite his inability to follow my instructions. Everyone gets lucky, I guess. I like to sit by the french doors and watch the wildlife. Yet, it hurts. They don't realize the pain of my life. I sit and stair and at times voice my longing to have the freedom they do. My life is so difficult.

Well, the ultimate humiliation happend shortly after I took my place at the doors this morning. It was a glorious morning with the sun shining brightly through the windows and doors. The two-leggeds were eating their version of breakfast (I'd already had mine... I get fed first, as is appropriate). The beams of sunlight came through the glass and made a beautiful pattern on the new walls. I turned to the walls, and saw a flicker... a shadow passed across the light. I stared and stared. It was a bird. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop looking at it, and even tried to talk to it. Eons of genetic development took over, and I jumped to grab it. I found only wall, and fell back about four feet with nothing to show for it. I heard raucous laughter from the other room, and Annie and Daddy were watching me. To make matters worse, I tried to explain myself, and couldn't keep from trying to catch the shadows again. Curse it. Why am I so limited by these people? What if the Jays taste just like canned tuna? Oh the joy of catching my food. Granted, I found a mouse once, and just played with it, but I don't like non-fish food, so deal with it.

Next time, I think I'll scratch the walls with my back claws in frustration. That will teach them.

Lilo the Cat Ridiculed