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My recent attempts to stomp straight out the door and down the alley have landed me back in this silly purple thing. Acting old and feeble and pretending I wanted to stay next to you had you fooled for a few backyard-visits so far this summer, but I suppose nothing lasts forever.
You've got to admit that I have always come when you called me. Like a dog, you've always liked to say. It's not my problem that when your mouth moves, you no longer make sound. But then nobody does any more. That is a little weird, actually.
Oh well, purple thing or not, there's still grass. Aaaaahhhhh.
Oh, look, boxes came today. For me? You shouldn't have. Well no, really you should have. And you should every day. I always need new things for sharpening my claws. And new places to sit and enjoy the view. Not a bad view from here. Ooh, what is that, a bird? Or just the wind. Oh well. Scratch scratch. Scratch scratch scratch. So this is what was inside? Hm. I like this one. This is definitely the best one. Good color. And look at this, now they are forts! Oh my this was fun, let's do this again soon, shall we?
That is, it's ME being featured somewhere between your Two Buck Chuck and those yogurt covered pretzels you can't stop eating until they're gone. They love me at this place (I mean, why wouldn't they?). Remember this is my second appearance on these shelves. Well, third if you count the fact that I actually modeled for this drawing even though Person felt some strange need to embellish the cat with stripes. Whatever.
Anyway, enjoy ME. Just your public service announcement for the day.
I don't care if you don't want me to sit in the garden bed. I am sitting in it. And not looking at you (in case you didn't notice). You might try pulling some of these weeds out of here, anyway. So maybe I'll just sit in this other bed, then. What, you don't like that either? Hm, well, let's see what else I can do. What have we got here, some deli food for me? Ok, so it wasn't for me. Now what? I guess if I can't sit inside the garden beds or eat your deli food, the only place left for me is this dirty compost-gathering crate. There, I'm fine now. Perfectly fine. I'll just lie here until... "FLOSSIE, WHAT THE-- YOU'RE GOING TO POKE YOUR EYE OUT ON THAT STICK!" Person is so dramatic sometimes. Oh well, at least I made my point. We're still not sure what that is, but I made it.