My good pal Paul was captured and behatted. I knew she wouldn't escape for long. Sorry 'bout your luck Paul. A hat and a baby all in the same week. Glad I live at this house where the tuna juice is abundant and no one is pulling my ears or tail.
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I am always trying to get my people stop putting things on me.
The humiliation doesn't stop there. I have endured the following in the last week.
Forced to flee my bed next to my favorite squishy human for that darned new human only to be left to sleep on a chair in the kitchen. They even take up all the blankets every night.
Had to watch MANY Christmas presents being wrapped and NOT allowed to chew on the bows.
The biggest human continually throws me around whenever I try to get to know the new human. I have my ways of getting aquainted with people but apparently he doesn't approve of my sitting on the little human.
Dressed over and over in all the new clothes purchased for the small human. There is no hole for the tail so I know they aren't meant for me.
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