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.
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