1/31: Scars

Salud,

Ze life of an indoor outdoor feline can be both rewarding and troublesome. On one paw, tis rewarding to have ze opportunity to escape ze elements and sleep in a warm home. On ze other paw, my humans tediously expect my nightly return.

On one troublesome evening, I had just returned to screened porch and Barbe Rouge pronounced that it was bedtime. Although I have great respect for ze security protocol to lock doors from intruders at night, 7:55 pm is simply ridiculous. I was not yet willing to participate.

In defiance to my authority, Barbe Rouge decided to perform what he calls his Kitty-Corral-Roundup by chasing me around ze porch. I eventually submitted to his nonsense and dashed into ze house. Unfortunately, in my haste, I missed a step and crashed my beautiful face into ze concrete stairs. Even ze best of acrobats lose their balance and I now wear a scar on my nose due to Barbe Rouge’s poor decision-making.

I both scorn and embrace my scar. Although I can no longer become Miss Cat Universe, I will now appear even more menacing to mine enemies. The later is indeed a valuable addition to my arsenal.

Like Scar from The Lion King, I shall frighten kittens and methodically implement my reign of terror to thy kingdom. Note, however, that I don't want to harm my allies; I just want to control them. Be Prepared, friends and family! Be Prepared!

Au revoir,

Lé Toots