tiggeratacademy

It's been so long, I'd almost forgotten what a warm breeze through my whiskers felt like. Now it's Spring again, and that means my staff like to keep the door open. I can't say I mind, really. It's nice to sit by the door and just take it all in.

What I don't understand is why they don't let me go more than a few steps out the door. Don't they know the pigeons are for them? I admit I prefer kibble, and really am only interested in killing birds for the sport of it. My therapist once suggested it was because I envied their ability to fly. Maybe that has something to do with it. Regardless, it's a gift, an offering, a gesture of appreciation for all of the toys and treats and warm places to sleep!

The dogs, though, that's a different story. That's personal. Maybe we'll get into it another time.

I just need to get something off my chest.

These people who work for me--they're the worst. Just the worst. I guess the girl is okay. She's the only one who cares about keeping me well-groomed. If it were up the rest of 'em my fur would be matted, my ears would be full of gunk, and god knows when I'd get fed.

But there's the one guy!!! I think his name is Cat too. I'll lay down, stretch out, try to get some rest and he just PICKS ME UP with NO WARNING and DROPS ME on the FLOOR!! Who the hell does he think he is? Doesn't he know how important it is for people to see me through the window? He's also interrupted my hunting more than once. We'll have to show him who's boss around here.

I get lonely after hours. I wish I could make them understand how bleak it can be. I crave companionship, but when I see another small furry thing I can't help but want to kill it.

It's a hard road for a man like me.