Squirrels Are Evil

i think i like hanging out in the front window.

sometimes i see stuff happen.

sometimes i sleep.

too bad this invisible wall keeps me away from the tree outside.

there are birds in the tree.

i would like to eat them.

they ARE evil!!!

evil squirrles!

silly boy - doesn't he even realize that those tall two-foots can not understand a word of his darn cat opera?

i think he has too much fur between his ears. and not much else.

i mean really - for the love of Morris - how many times must we listen to "mmmmmm, butterfly" in one week?

just shut up!

what is it about kitty opera anyway? Moggy - the fluffly black "wonder" (more like wander) - seems to really dig this kitty opera stuff.

me - i can take it or leave it - but i would rather leave it like a furball under the sofa.

i figure if you haven't got anything specifice to meow about - for the love of Bucky, shut the h377 up!

they keep leaving.

i sit and wait.

i keep myself clean and purr as much as i can, but they keep leaving.

why can't i go too?

of course if that means getting in that weird little box i'll stay here. even if that means hanging out with that other extra fluffy 4 foot.

why are you reading this?

you could be petting me right now instead.

boy - are your priorities confused...

meow!