They call me Closet Cat because they think that I’m the sole ruler of Granny’s closet. I wished this was true.
Tessa for example hasn’t quite understood what sole ruler means, and claims the closet to herself when I’m busy with other duties. And no, the closet IS NOT big enough for both of us, Mom.
However, Tessa is not the worst intruder. Hiding is not helping me, Mom takes this *#*§’* chair to fetch me. She says that we need to get brushed regularly in summer time because we’re loosing so much hair. Bah.
- How could she possibly see me??
- Granny told us that Mom was like me as a child: she hated brushing, and would hide as soon as she saw Granny with a brush. So why on earth is she now betraying her own vows?