So, you may as well all know now.  She leaves me overnight here with all this yarn, and she’s all like, “don’t touch the yarn.”

Easy for you lady, I’m a cat…in a yarn shop.  And she doesn’t even bring me wet food on a regular basis.  This forced imprisonment and torture is so reprehensible, I have no choice but to sit here, when no one’s looking, and blog all about the inner workings of this place.  An exposè, if you will.

I have tried, numerous times, to plea for help, doing the most abhorrent things for a cat my age.  Greeting people when they walk in like a dog, rubbing up on the legs of perfect strangers-I have even resorted to…gulp…rolling over and showing my belly.  Do you know what they do?!? They RUB IT!  As if this is something I ENJOY!  I do NOT, sir!  No treats?  No wet food?  NO WET FOOD?  These humans are no better than my captors!  What is it going to take?

That’s when it hit me:  Secretly blog about my lamentations and let the world know how I suffer.

 

They’ll never catch on, and hopefully, one day, someone will notice and save me from this horrible life of dry food, fake mice, and the Forbidden Fruit that is…yarn.

Mia =ˆ∪ˆ=