This. This THING has been plaguing me for two entire winters. When, I
dare ask, when does it end?!? I've been a courteous matriarch, been
patiently waiting for this orange demon to go off and leave the nest.
It's only right after all, I found this house and its food gatherers
fair and square. However, she remains. She tries to pounce on me while
I'm peacefully eating my afternoon kibbies. She pounces on me and my
daughters even in the litterbox! The youth of the newer cat generations
have no respect for sacred rituals.
When the weather changes, and it's time to get away from the mundane
usual spots that are within 5 feet of our food gatherers, Eevee's
favorite place to go is the luxurious bathtub. I'm not actually sure why
she likes it in that cold smooth thing. It gets wet unpredictably, and a
cat as important as myself has no time to waste getting my milky paws
wet to check if a place is suitable to lay. I know exactly which spots
are dry, thank you.
Ah yes. But Eevee has told me that the tall walls of the bathtub provide
her comfort, and she doesn't know where else she can chase her tail
without crashing into something. I'm... glad for her.
Somehow every year when the air grows colder, the food gathers make
mistakes and bring home silly garments that they then force us to don.
They laugh in glee, they snap their pictures, but why? We're cats, we
were born with our own garments! Furthermore, poor Eevee couldn't itch
her ear in that dreadful headpiece. Not that it took her more than five
minutes to wriggle it off, but my poor baby! I think I'll try to swipe
some of her dinner tonight to show my sympathy.