I'm A Bad Cat

New Home

Despite the fact that I hate car rides, my mother insisted on putting me in the truck and driving about 50 minutes away to this place where I had my first trauma. Where that big dog lives. But we didn't go to where the big dog lives. Instead, we went to another apartment where every time I look out the window, there are trees everywhere. I LOVE TREES!

I keep on trying to run out the door and Mom keeps on chasing me. My mommy is 9 months pregnant but because I don't know any better, I make her chase me. When she finally catches up to me, she yells at me and pops me on the nose. CALL THE CAT ABUSE CENTER! I'm such a bad cat.

Then there's this other room with plenty of baby clothes and I keep on sniffing on them and Mom keeps on screaming at me to get out. What? They're not for me?!!

But I like my new home. I like the trees and the bushes and all that soil I can dig in.