Boxed In - another rant from Foot Foot Kittycat

I wish someone would get his or her head screwed on straight. These people and their dancing, prancing fool of a canine stay on my nerves. I try acting sweet so I won't activate their paranoia and wind up getting soaked with that damned water bottle with that damned Hello Kitty on it the woman who thinks she is queen of this house tends to break out whenever I assert myself. I try to seem quiet and innocent so I can keep the silly man under my toe. But it's so hard. Living here is full of challenges that only make me even more mad.

And just let me tell you about some of it. I like a good game of chase with a string. If it is a string, it is my universal right as a cat to chase it. It's what I damned well do. And I had that woman trained to where she would hop up and get this thing she called the string beast and run around like an idiot if I stared at her and made a silent mew. Chasing strings and watching a human make an ass of herself, that's what I call fine entertainment. Well, the silly man noticed that I had started taking an interest in power cords. I'm not stupid. I am daring, damn it, and I knew all along what the hell I was doing. But, no, the decision was made to assume that I would mistake one for the other. So no more string beast game. Silly man was scared I'd wind up like that cat in some silly movie.

Silly man made another decision that I am unhappy with. He feels my dish is to be empty before I am fed, and he says this is due to the fact that I need to learn my place and stop thinking I am the boss of things. That bastard better hide his boots. He better. Try as I might, that woman will not feed me when I ask if there is food already in my bowl - - when did she start obeying him? I've noticed she has been hiding every shoe and bag she owns. She knows, and I know she knows, and she knows I know she knows. Mark my word, I will damned well pee in something before this week is out. I already threw up in the silly man's chair in an effort to make my point.

And that is all I care to say. I still refuse to tell anyone to have a good day or enjoy anything, because I don't care whether you do or not. I don't have to.

Aim for the jugular, brethren.

Foot Foot Kittycat