February 21, 2014 10:14 p.m.

Dear Tink:

As I am sure you will recall (in fact, as I'm sure you will never, ever forget ...), yesterday your head became firmly lodged in the Kleenex box.  (Perhaps this will teach you to leave the Kleenex alone, though I doubt it.)

I admit, it was hilarious;  however, in the future, please wait until I have the video camera running before you attempt such a wonderful comic bit.  Now the rest of the world will be unable to point and laugh at you, as I so enjoyed doing.

Oh, and if you wish to continue posting your blogs, I recommend you stop chewing on the internet cable.  If you damage it, the internet could, at any time, simply stop wor

February 11, 2014 4:59 p.m.

Dear Tink:

Please stop knocking over my art supplies.

-Woman Who Feeds You



Dear Woman Who Feeds Me:

I will not stop knocking over the art supplies. Your art is garbage.

I will continue to knock them over until you learn to make use of the negative space. I am doing you and the entire art world a favor.

-Tink

February 8, 2014 3:03 a.m.

Dear Woman Who Feeds Me:

Please tell Strange Man to stop trying to play The Water Bottle Game with me. When I was a Tinker-Toddler, I enjoyed trying to catch the water sprays in my mouth. But I am a Tinker-Teen now, and it is no longer cool.

To make things worse, Strange Man always wants to play Water Bottle when I am in the middle of something important, like traipsing across the kitchen counter, eating the silk flowers, or reminding the other kitties of my importance with an unprovoked smack on the nose. I have tried running away when Strange Man sprays me, but he does not seem to understand that I no longer wish to play the game.

Between you and me, I am beginning to think he is incapable of learning.

Also, please stop picking me up and kissing me in front of the other kitties. It's embarrassing. And just because I purr when you do it doesn't mean I don't think it's lame. Because I totally do.

-Tink