It turns out that all the bags that the male unit was hiding, and all the boxes were presents for the female unit. What has she ever done to deserve presents and offerings? I'll admit, playing in the empty boxes was fun, but it still doesn't explain it.
I bring joy and laughter into their lives, but do they ever celebrate my birth? I don't even know when my birthday is, since they never celebrate it. Every time I ask, they look at me and say 'isn't it cute when she tries to talk to us?' Stupid humans, they need to learn how to interpret my language.
And then, to top it all off, there were many people over yesterday, so I was forced to sleep under the bed instead of in my usual patch of sunlight.
Ingrates.
posted by Queen Feline @ 1:45 PM
3 Comments:
I know exactly how you feel. Ingrates, indeed!
-Fatty
Poor kitty,... poor poor kitty. How about some catnip?
i tried to say hello for you, but couldn't find you in the closet, when i did finally spot you, you were trying to sleep under the bed, so i didn't want to disturb you. i'd be happy to celebrate your special day anytime you like.
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