I am quite a disgruntled cat today.
(When is he ever a "gruntled" cat? - Rupert Rat.)
You see, it is spring here in Brisbane, and I ought to be out enjoying the garden.
In spring, things actually start to grow, and I can be a big, fearsome jungle cat out in the garden.
|Fearsome jungle cat.|
(Fearsome? - Chester Rat.)
(Fearsome. He's scary. - Mr Woof, Doggsbody.)
Will you all be quiet?
When I went outside to be a jungle cat today, I found the wind was blowing, cold and hard, like the autumn winds we get here.
Well, I came back inside and complained to Mum, and tried to get her to fix it.
(Twit - Fang Budgie.)
I even offered her a drop of my cream in return for fixing the problem.
(Cheap - Sapphire Budgie.)
She picked me up and hugged me! How undignified is that. And she said she couldn't turn off the wind.
Well I got free from her, and went and asked Mr 18 and Miss 21 both. They both said they couldn't stop the wind for me.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep humans. They're absolutely no use for anything.
Anyway, it's so windy outside, I'm afraid I'd blow away. So I'm stuck inside. With the humans, and with all the silly animals who allegedly "work" for me. Not that I see any work being done around here.
I've found a nice seat at the table, although for some reason Mum's complaining about me taking it right now. So I guess, I'll just make the most of my day in.
Until we meet again in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.