The Terrorist, here. Really, it’s me. Momma doesn’t know I can type. She’ll be really surprised when she finds out that I rest my paws on her sweet laptop. I flipped the desktop around the other day by standing on the keyboard when she wasn’t watching. She almost blamed it on Monkey Boy, but I got caught when I took a “Look What I Did” picture and posted it on MySpace.
Momma’s had a rough week. I won’t go into all the details, but I think she’s starting to snap out of it. The Three Beotch Kitties are also starting to work her last nerve. I think she’s taking a bubble bath. I love to eat bubbles. I really just wanna lick The Beotches, but they don’t like me very much. I never see the little white fluffy one; she meows really loudly from the top of the stairs. I tore down the Terrorist gate a few days ago to go play “hide and seek” with her and my other sisters, but Momma caught me before I finished eating all the poop in the litter box in MB’s bathroom. I was sentenced to a time out in my kennel … WITH THE DOOR CLOSED … the inhumanity!
I am still trying to get over the “caged” incident. Writing has been therapeutic. I have a lot of “me” issues I am dealing with right now. I just don’t understand why The Beotches don’t realize that “it’s all about me.” If they can read, they should enjoy the property laws I founded on the internet and posted to the fridge a few moments ago:
Slurps, Smooches, and Snuggles (my Terrorist trifecta),
Spenser (That’s my real name.)
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