Dear Whiskers,Apparently you're a boy cat. You should have said something. Perhaps you tried, and we just weren't listening. It was badly done on our part. But this does explain the deep primal meow you have. And it does explain your large muscular size. Your wanderlust and appetite suddenly make sense too. It also, I fear, explains the tomcat spraying of my front door every month (you little beast. And to think I was blaming the orange cat who lives behind us)!
It also explains the midnight cat fights. And the fact that apparently you lost the last one. And the fact that you're now spending the night with the vet, running a fever, having that abscess on your face drained, getting a few shots of antibiotics, being tested for horrendous cat diseases, and costing me $242.00!
Purfect. Just purfect.
2 comments:
I always thought Whiskers was a boy all along. It is just not a girl's name, after all.
Either way, you've got to stop the spray,
Or you'll have Hail Columbia to pay.
So settle down kitty, conquests can keep, if you protect our fair Katie, then all will get sleep.
by the way, that last part was written to Whiskers.
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