7/28: Mania

Salut,

Rain or shine. Indoor or outdoor. Directly or indirectly. Beans The Silly One drains my composure.

Why? I tolerate existence of my two humanoids. I tolerate existence of Milton, The Great Big Orange feline in thy neighboring kingdom. I tolerate existence of 90 year old man that attempts to pet me. In culmination, The Silly One’s antics exceeds my breaking point.

One wrong look from Beans and rage fills my soul. Berserk!

Much like when waging war upon Milton’s outpost territories, I lose control in my own furor. My mania sprints me across yard to punch Beans' face even though he is tethered and unable to run. A chubby punching bag.

In hindsight, to no fault of his own, Beans is still kitten. Much to learn. So long as Beans doesn’t make eye contact with Lé Toots, I still consider offering teachings. I’ve already taught to catch skink and butterfly so I should continue building his knowledge-base to better reinforce my French Cat Militia.

This is my Realm of Chaos and none shall oppose Lé Toots.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots