It's true. I thought we had an understanding, but there I was, sleeping on my kitty pole, when out of nowhere...I hear it. The unmistakable sound of a streetwalker cat, meowing, and dragging herself across the floor in a sad attempt at gaining pets. Pets! Pets that belong to me, Smitty!
And don't think I can't remember the last time this happened. So I staked out a spot where I could see my dad's office, and sure enough!
I could see that miserable hussy through the window and so I fluffed up my tail and raised up my back furs and gave a mighty HISS!
And I gotta tell you, my furriends. The news is not good at all. That cat didn't even startle. She didn't whimpurr. She didn't even flinch! She just stood there. I'm not at all sure that cat is right in the head. Because I'm scary and furrocious and any cat that isn't afurraid of me has to be daft!
Well, I've been patrolling the purremises ever since. I even turned on my lasers, just to be sure I didn't miss anything.
But even with that, what's the next thing I see? She's OUT!!!!!!!!! Holy Mouse Nuts!
Well. I was ready fur her, but I'm telling you, my furriends. What's a furrocious cat to do? If raising my furs and hissing doesn't scare her, I'm afurraid I've run out of options.
She took one look at me, and she just kept on coming! I've never seen anything like it.
Even when I took to my lofty purrch, she wasn't afurraid. She just sat there...mocking me...or something.
She even looked out my window! At MY YARD!
Well. I've never been so purrplexed in my entire life. Clearly, I need to regroup and furmulate a new plan.
I'll repurrt back later with my findings. Until then, keep the faith, my furriends. I'll figure out a way to get rid of this interlopurr. Maybe some hair gel to make my back furs stand up purrmanently...yeah, that might work.