Human babies, they’re just horrible! They’re cruel, vile, and smell horrible! They pull your fur out by the handful, yank and twist your tail ’till it feels like it’s gonna fall off and then, horror of all horrors, they cut your whiskers!

I tried to run the minute the vile creatures said “just a quick trim kitty” and picked up some scissors from Mom’s desk, but I was outnumbered and the oldest little beast was stepping on my tail too! I growled, but they weren’t scared, and eventually I said goodbye to my pride and hollered for Mommy, and Mom came a runnin’ too. She got them off me real quick and then carried me to safety. That’s the only reason I didn’t loose any other fur or the rest of my whiskers. Now I look lopsided and you can see spots where those, those monsters pulled clumps of fur out of my coat too.

I hate human babies. grrrrrr

One of Mom’s friends came by earlier and brought her… devil spawn. Isis was smart and hissed at them right away and ran. They called her a “demon cat” and refused to go near her. I tried to be nice to make up for my older sister’s behavior, but being nice to those things wasn’t worth it. As soon as they carried me out of my Mom’s sight they began the torture. Evil things! Hiss!

Mommy, please, don’t let them come back ever again!!

Um, you see, when I jumped on the stove looking for fresh yummies the other day I must have gotten too close to the burners that were still on. My whiskers are burnt and curled, and some are burnt down to my face. I didn’t even notice my whiskers caught on fire…again. Hehe, but at least this time it wasn’t my tail! I noticed when that happened right away. So did mom and Isis too come to think of it.

I’m kinda glad she hasn’t noticed I knocked over the stack of mail full of bills, Christmas cards, and communion invitations. I’m gonna hope she blames that on Isis.