Hello, everyone. Bella the Cat here. Large Female is still busy. She claimed she needed just one more minute, just one more minute, for so long last night that I finally took a shit on the kitchen floor by my food dish to get her to feed me. I was fed within six minutes. I don't really recommend this method unless you are adorable and covered in long, silky fur, as I've noticed it has the tendancy to bring out the worst in caregivers.
Large Female thinks I am dumb. She is soooo mistaken. I still love her, though, because she pets me and cuddles me and lets me sit in the middle of the Barbie game even when it makes Small Female howl with frustration.
Ha.
I like living in Chateau Travolta. It's much better than that cell I spent time in at Wayside Waifs after my old family gave me up because SOMEONE had allergies. Chateau Travolta has a lovely staircase that I like to sprawl across, especially when Large Female is going down with a basket of laundry.
Anyway, I feel sorry for all those cats losing their houses. I keep hearing all this business on the radio about the economy, and I started worrying a little bit, but Large Female assures me that I'm a pretty kitty, and that's really probably more important. Right?
OHMYGODTHEREISAFLYCAUGHTBEHINDTHEFIREPLACESCREEN.
