Some of my followers have asked about my rather long and illustrious history, but I am not quite prepared to debut those memories. My autobiography will be epic and the summer has only started. But I would like to share with all my followers the delights of being a lifelong busybody. I know it is a tad sordid, but it has been a delightful way to pass the time. The Manor cats are particularly lively and provide all manners of amusement. I suppose I am a bit of a gossip as well… for those of you who are unacquainted with the inner workings of Porter Manor, please let me share. They have fourteen cats that I have counted! Of course, some of them have never been indoors. I could not abide such a situation. But that many are being fed, and, quite amazingly, they all are non-reproducing. On any given day, the grey cat named Bailey is mercilessly affronted by any passing cat. I , of course, would not lower myself to such activities. But, I do confess, it is secretly amusing to watch. I scurry right to the action at the first sound of a hiss and confrontation. This activity provides me my daily constitutional and exercises my visual and cerebral acuity.( I must work on trimming down my pot belly this summer.) To that end, I must offer encouraging words to Bailey so that she will not give in to her active tormentors and will continue to offer me limitless busybody opportunities.
Mr. Kitty,
ReplyDeleteI must say, you are looking an awful lot like something Dr. Seuss might have dreamed up. It must be your increasingly scruffy mustache.
I also believe we both know that one of the first things you did upon entering the house last fall was to chase poor Bailey all around the house. That was some "constitutional."
Be a good kitty.
Mistress Carly... (Oh, how I mourn your absence),
ReplyDeleteI am quite sure you are misremembering my initial arrival at the Manor. I recall being quite overwhelmed and just in simple busybody mode.
I am as always your "good kitty"...