The humans are talking about things we could have told them if they'd asked. Like,
all the strange new cats in our turf that seem to want to cause trouble.
Our humans are shutting the cat door at night now. Yesterday, I decided to park my orange fur on the chair and stay there. Now, they think it's because someone beat me up. Naw. I will never admit to something as disgraceful as that, and twelve is NOT old!!! I just felt like, um, relaxing yesterday.
Birthday? Me?!!! Harumph! Bah, humbug!
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