Dear Woman Who Feeds Me:
I have accepted the fact that I may be imprisoned here for some time, and I intend to cooperate in an effort to ease the discomfort of my confinement. To that end, I wish you to know that I am no longer content to explore the library. I now wish to explore every other room in the house - especially those with other, bigger cats who will eat me.
Until my demands are met, I will continue to sit by the door and sing the "songs of my people," as recently made popular by The Sad Cat Diary.
-Tink
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