Growl.

Today I was extremely annoyed with my treatment.

When I tried to come inside to take yet another nap, my family forced me back into the garage.

I hate the garage. I have to share with Annabelle and Penelope, and they are always messing around with an old shoe. I'm far too mature for that.

I then ended up outside while the family left in the roaring monster.

Spent a lot of time thinking beside the rose bush. Tried to eat snow. It was cold.

Finally the family came back. They ignored me again. They'll be sorry.

I'm not a cat to be messed with.

meow. rawr. hiss.

Don't look so surprised. Why shouldn't I blog? I sit inside this house all day, staring at the wall and updating my facebook page. I might as well jump on the blog bandwagon.

What? You think someone else is typing this just because I don't have thumbs? I'm not as dumb as you all think.

Yes you. I hear you. Talking about me behind my back. Saying how sad it is that I'm so stupid when Annabelle and Penelope are perfect examples of amazing cats.

Maybe I've been pretending?

You may recall that there was another cat in this house. Bartholomew. I was there on the day he met his fate.

I heard his last words.

And now, I have a mission.