What is THAT?

Okay, so this week something unpleasant happened. A tall stranger brought something nasty to the door, and the two young horizontally impaired took it in! Can you believe it? It was small and furry and totally foreign. Okay so it was actually not that foreign...it was a kitten, but I could smell the minute they let that thing in that it was trouble with a capitol K. So I did my best to discourage any pleasant interchange by stalking the small interloper and hissing loudly. This brought out it's true unpleasant nature and pretty soon it's claws came out. "See" I tried to say with my hypnotic stare, but all I got from the immature humans was "Puff, stop it, your bothering the poor thing." The "poor thing?...the POOR THING?!" I went slinking off into the bedroom to think up plan B, when to my delight, Boss Mama stepped in and insisted that the fools search the neighborhood for any one who was missing a kitten. All I can say, is that if that tiny bundle of terror ever finds herself "lost" in our tree again, she had better watch out. There is only room for one kitty-kat in this family.

I am so upset I think I will go and scratch some sofa and then take a nap on Big Ug's bed and share some of my soft downy coat with the underfurred creature. The humans must constantly be reminded of my greatness.

Meow for now, and just say no...to kittens! (Except for me, of course. Puff the Magic Kitten!)