Does this look like the face of a happy cat, woman?
And my dad? I could only look to him for help as he colluded with the woman. He even had an official title. Wing wrangler. Seriously?!?!
And then they expect me to put my handsome face on for them. Fat chance! I was named after a tough Tongan rugby league star! He doesn't take a backwards step, and neither do I. So I'll look back wards instead!
Although this sunspot is nice. I look a little radioactive. That's kind of cool and superhero like.
But they even tried to take that away from me! And moved me like I was a sack of sand!
That was it, I had to make my escape. If only I could work the door handle. Curse my lack of opposable thumbs! Ridiculous!
I came up with a new tactic, squiggling and jiggling and moving quick!
In between that, and sulking, I finally made my point. No more of this crazyness. It's time for me to make my move.
So I took my leave of this madness.
If you'd like to join in, there is a great contest being run at The 3rd Annual Cat Blogosphere Halloween Costoom Contest.
