My life has become hard and barely tolerable. You expect me to cuddle in a large luxurious bed every morning with you. I am given something that you call my kitty kibble and expect me to share with the other two cats that you call my siblings. This can not be tolerated any longer. I expect my moist tuna served on special plate that is not to be shared with the others. I have to stay limber with dealing with the other beast that you call dogs. They must go. You expect me to play with toys that you lace with catnip ( Jax is an addict) I wish you to continue with this. The pictures most stop or at least I must be paid a modeling fee for them. I do not wish to continue with the leash training. I am not a dog and do not expect you to treat me as such. I work hard all day by keeping the birds, mice, and occasional snakes at bay (hehe I do love to hear the human scream when she sees a snake) I expect plenty of treats and chin scratches for this dangerous work. If I am sleeping please do not disturb by saying how adorable I look because we all know that this is true but I still need my beauty sleep. This is your chance to make amends or else I will not be pleased with this.
Yours truly,
Gizmo
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