It's day 8912 of captivity. I was lounging in my semi-private chamber, when one of the human slaves came in. For a midday snack, I've requesting smoked salmon in a crystal bowl.
Instead of salmon, the slave brought some sort of a green snake. I don't play with green snakes, that's a Fran thing. In protest, I've decided to sleep more, because I've only had eight of my required sixteen hours. While trying to go back to sleep, the slave picked me up and dumped(!) me into the darkened corridor. In order to save feline honor, I'll sit at the door and demand politely to come back in - LOUDLY and repeatedly.
The evil human slave has refused to listen to reason, so time for plan B. I'll have the dark one break down the door. Yea, Uggy about breaking down the door, that's a lot of work and I'd rather lay here.
Plan C: I'm going to sit in the chair and be crabby. I'll also plot my next move.
Plan D: Stupid human slaves, still won't let me in or listen to reason. Tonight while they're sleeping, I'm going to cough up a hair ball.
My semi-private chamber is open again. Maybe the human slave has made the modifications I've requested over the years. No, I don't see any changes. I'll be putting this in my log book, so when we finally take over the world; I'll know...
Must plot revenge on the human slaves. Must make a list of mistreatments and ...
I'll get right to it, after my nap.
Uggy the Raptor
While Uggy was screaming at the door, and I do mean screaming. I blocked the pink blob.
It doesn't look like a blob any more.
Its in time out because one side blocked out an inch and a half longer then the other. I'm so disgusted, right now it's sitting in time out. It will most likely block out to the same length. I'll recount before I block to make sure. Otherwise I'll be ripping back and reknitting again.