These people are stalkers. The one time I was at peace with the world, they come with their mad, black, clicking things. They call them cam...cram....crem...what's the word? Oh yeah, cameras.
So anyway, here I am, just calmly chilling in a blanket, at peace for once. No students, no annoying yells of Leo.
And then they come and begin madly clicking away. They told me they would send the cute pictures of me to our relatives far, far, away.
I hope that they stay far, far, away. I don't need more humans.
Ahem.
As I said before, I am not cute.
NO.
Not cute.
So anyways, they woke me up with all the stupid flashing lights. I meowed at them to go away, but there primitive minds cannot understand such sophisticated language as the language of cats.
I mean, really, they all talk in different languages. There's a whole bunch of random, weird sounding languages. It would be smarter to use one language that everyone can understand. We cats are aristocratic, smart, beings, and we never fight against each other and believe we are all gods.
Hey!!!! Hey! Would you look at that? Come back here, thief!!!
That cat just stole my favourite blanket! Hey! Excuse me while I go fight him and get it back.
Leo, what were you saying about never fighting each other again?
Hey! Not your business, you rude pet.
The Great Philosopher,
Leo
