My owners continue to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. They eat mouth
watering meals, like steak, in my presence while I am forced to chow down on dry
cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape -- that,
and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture.
I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat
I chased a cat today. He got mad and clawed my face. Then my owners came around to
distract the cat (blah) with the little toys.
then i had some steak while the you know what had cereal. I think i am very charming
and VERY lucky. Aw I almost feel sorry for the stupid cat.
it ate a house plant today! what kind of animal in it's right mind, would eat a house
plant! While I prefer shoes and dog biscuits
I think the cat is going insane