January 27, 2014 12:03 a.m.

Dear Tink:

I really thought having you spayed would help you calm down. Instead, you appear to be running rampant through the house, at all hours of the night, looking for your lost uterus. I can assure you, it is not in my purse. Nor is it in the kitchen cabinets, the refrigerator, the dishwasher or under the blanket I use when I am asleep.

Also, I saw you take that $10 bill out of my purse. It is not a toy. Stop chewing it up and sliding it across the floor. And I sincerely hope you are not stealing money to spend on more catnip. You need to admit that you have a problem.

If I could figure out how, I would ground you.

-Woman Who Feeds You (and who really needs all the dollars in her purse)


P.S.  Hugh Jackman - It's time you started supporting this blog, as it is obviously providing you invaluable publicity. Please send money. Tink is eating all of mine.

January 25, 2014 3:57 p.m.

Dear Loyal Followers:

I realize many of you have been concerned with my recent lack of blog posts. I am embarrassed to admit that I suffered a bout of writer's block. Please know that this had absolutely nothing to do with Woman Who Feeds Me's extended absence from the household. Strange Man said she was somewhere in "Florida." I assumed this was where humans go to die.

But I was certainly not depressed; nor was I drowning my sorrow in a cloud of gin and opiates. Although, Strange Man did offer me some; but I suspect it was merely an effort to further restrain me.  I do not like him.

Woman Who Feeds Me has now returned.  Though I am totally indifferent to her presence, I do prefer her to Strange Man.

Much has happened over the past 3 weeks.  I will endeavor to recount all of the events in my coming posts.

Thank you for your patience and continued loyalty.

-Tink

January 23, 2014 10:33 p.m.

Tink v. Old School Atari

She prefers Coleco Vision.  As does the Woman Who Feeds Her.

January 22, 2014

Oh, Tink.