|It's all Percy's fault!|
I'm going to complain to the United Nations or the RSPCA or whoever it is you complain to when cats' rights are violated.
It's all Percy's fault. I'm being punished unjustly because of him.
As you know, Percy was absent without leave for several hours yesterday.
Because of that, Mum has ordered cat-proofing to go on the fences for our yard, and has decreed that no cat can go outside until it's installed.
That means I had to stay in all day.
To make sure we did as we were told, she put the lock on our door. And that lock works. I know, I tried running head first into it full speed several times today. It wouldn't move. But my head feels strange. I think I can smell colours.
Mum took Fanta out to the yard lots of times, for bathroom breaks and just to play and relax in the sun, and roll around in the dirt.
I said, "Hey, Mum, innocent cat here who likes to play and relax in the sun and roll around in the dirt."
You know what she said? She said: "You stay inside and get to know Percy."
Really. Who says I want to know Percy?
Most of the day, I've been napping on the spare bed. Percy spent some of the morning on the couch, then moved to the nappy change table in the bathroom. We've done quite a good job of avoiding each other.
A couple of times, Percy's tried to say hello to me, but I've told him in no uncertain terms that I don't want him here.
Fanta keeps wanting to make friends with the furball, but she's so big and clumsy Percy is afraid Fanta will hurt him.
Mum says everyone spending time inside together will be good for us, because we will have to learn to get on. She says I learned to get on with Fanta, didn't I?
I say, open the door and let me go climb a tree. I'm a cat, not a cuddly toy, I need to be out doing normal, natural, cat things.
So, for all of this cruel and unfeline punishment, I'm going to complain.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere
Supreme Feline Overlord,
and Political Prisoner.