|"Still not your business. Go away." - Mr Bumpy.|
It's true that I've been hanging around home yesterday and today, and not going very far at all.
The humans have even commented that I seem to be underfoot. Well, their big clumsy feet shouldn't be over me.
While Mum has suggested that something may have happened to frighten me on my night out, I'm not saying anything.
Mr D says it's just because I missed my wet food when I didn't come for dinner.
They can speculate all they like. You can too, if you want. It doesn't matter. This little kitty's mouth is firmly shut. I'm not telling you what I did, where I went, or whether or not I was with anyone. Nothing happened. No-one saw. You have no proof.
I went out and stayed out late because I wanted to.
I'm hanging around home and being "clingy" with the humans now because I want to.
Nothing to see here, move along.
It's still none of your business. Go away.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.
The Paw of Justice
(Wait, no that's not me. I don't have a secret superhero identity. Don't tell anyone I said that. That's someone else entirely. You're imagining things.)
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