Kitka, The CatSome people say, " I'm independent."
"I like to think that I'm mature."
My owners always do what I expect. Even though I'm unable to speak with them, I have a way of getting their attention. I'm hot stuff and I know it.
I swagger over to my platter of food. I won't accept just any food and I expect it to have water beside it. Not on top of it or in it, but beside it.
One day I longed to be outdoors. Anyway, I meowed long enough to urge my owner for their attention. I had begged her enough, she let me out. The screen door opened and I jumped at the chance to swiftly race out the door. I no sooner was in the garage then I realized I only made it to the next place. The outside door was closed! Bummer! I was trapped and I still wasn't outside.
Such is the life of an indoor cat... Happy Slicing! :)