April 18th 2005 5:45 am
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Well, it's about freakin' time that Royal Jester of ours gets off the computer and goes and does something constructive for a change so I can say a few words here!
Yeah, so like, I just want to get up on my soap box and complain a bit about the trials of being a second rate Royal kitty. I mean, what's this "Naughty Duchess Kitty sometimes a Princess Kitty" stuff? I mean, so I look a little scruffy and I lick peoples faces and go bezirk every evening at 8. And? Normal! I mean, from what I've been reading here on Catster, I sound pretty normal. Don't you think? A couple of months ago The Scribe goes and freaks out 'cause I'm eating toys and rushes me to the Royal Veterinarian Office (as Her Royal Fluffiness insists we call it) and they did emergency surgery on me, AS IF! They just needed to give me a couple more days and it would have been taken care of after a few hair balls..............but nooooooooo........... these poor human beans just love to think we can't take care of stuff ourselves. Well, I suppose she was lookin' out for me, but sheesh did I have a tummy ache after that..........and the food I had to eat was gross.
Oh! What was that?? *hears top drawer in a bedroom at the back of the house open (where the laser is kept!)* Gotta get! Laser time!!! See ya! Meow Meow!