Hi fellows, Mom wants to thank you for your advice on yesterday’s post. She’ll keep you posted. Frankly, I couldn’t care less what Mom’s gotta do with Kajsa the Drama Queen. In fact, I’ve far more severe issues I’d like Mom to focus on.
You think you’re looking at an idyllic scene with a gorgeous cat? Think again (well, apart from the gorgeous part)! I’m a perfect cat for a suburban environment: my fur melts with concrete and rocks, I’m almost invisible. Almost. Why on earth has Mom bought a red harness and leash?? She destroyed my camouflage!
It gets even worse. On top of this rock was a lovely family – a squirrel with its offspring!!! My useless human squeaked in delight. I certainly was also delighted, but I didn’t get to express my joy because Mrs. Squirrel and her brats run away. Not sure if they saw the red leash, silly Mom or if they were afraid of her outburst – fact is that she totally ruined my day.
You think that was all for today? It gets even worse. The picture is from the end of May. Since the beginning of June, we’ve had quite a situation on our backyard. Mom still thinks that our neighborhood isn’t dangerous, but we’re actually facing violent street fights with different gangs involved. It got so bad that we can’t use our backyard anymore. And it’s not only me, even humans get nervous when they pass our street. So we’ve been stuck in the park when we go out, but Mrs Squirrel doesn’t live there. Bah.
You’ll hear more about our very dangerous street tomorrow. It took a while until Mom got all the pictures she needed – she was too afraid to stay for more than 20 seconds on our yard. A man got actually injured the other day because he didn’t mind his own business and got involved. While I do think that Mom deserves to get punished for her stupid squirrel behavior, I do not want her to go to hospital; I need her thumbs to open my cans.