Well here I am again. Mama is in some kind a snit. I relly don’t unnerstand people. They get all flusterated and ferget the important stuff. Like the cat in their life.
Mama needs to chill or take a nap or sumpthin. She is getting my whiskers in a tangle. Not payin nuff tention to me like she should.
I remember when we dint have a puter. Those were the days. Sittin in the rocker wif a book or a movie. No up an down an wigglin round type tappin, just a nice quiet lap to sleep on.
I think I need to go into my act an get her tention. A good yeowlie meowie is called fer. My mama gets all worried when I do that and gives me lots a scratches and rubs. An we sits in the chair all comfy cozy like–sometimes we fall asleep. This dumb puter thing is getting in the way a that.
I’m not pointin and claws or anything but this puter stuff is a pain in the tail. Makes me wanna spit and hiss.