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
